Symbiont

This is a story I published some time ago elsewhere and wanted to air again here. Although published under Sci-Fi, it contains strong bondage themes.

Lilly wants to come again.

She is squirming so that her sex rubs against the folded leather nailed to the seat of her wooden chair; the chair to which she is tied; her arms tensing against the hemp ropes that bind her, as arousal overcomes fatigue.

She opens her eyes looking up at Califaseri or, as she knows her, Jess. Jess' statuesque body is still clothed, partly at least, a lacy velvet corset nipping her waist and lifting her large breasts, frilled black satin knickers displaying her firm buttocks and fishnet stockings outlining her long toned legs, a dancer's legs, lengthened by black heeled ankle boots.

The sight of her arouses Lilly who looks longingly at Jess' pretty face with its blushed cheeks and deep blue eyes framed with tousled ringlets of rich dark brown hair.

Lilly whimpers into her gag and I understand her need to be touched.

Califaseri knows it too and Jess' fingers reach out to touch the erect, sensitive nipples of Lilly's bare breasts exposed where the helpless girl's white lacy corset hangs open; Lilly's right stocking is still held up by its garter but the left has slipped down to her knees; she still wears her boots too, shiny, white, heeled ankle boots. The rest of her clothes, her crinoline dress with its full long skirt and her knickers, gloves and petticoats lie scattered around the room where they were pulled roughly from her body in the initial throws of our passion.

Jess smiles. 'Do you want to come again?' He voice is soft, teasing as she spreads her legs and sits astride the helpless girl.

Lilly nods emphatically.

'What a horny little thing you are.' The fingers of Jess' right hand play with Lilly's left breast while her left hand slides down the captives belly, tracing a path across the sweat-soaked skin.

Lilly squirms.

'I hope you're planning to earn it.' Jess' voice purrs and she leans forward kissing the helpless girl around her gag.

I feel the arousal in Lilly's body build, the surge of hormones in her bloodstream, the discharge of neural impulses. She returns Jess' kiss with enthusiasm, despite the knotted scarf that is gagging her.

'Good girl.' Jess stands. 'I'd better take my knickers off again then.' She slips out of the black lacy bloomers exposing a dark triangle of her tangled pubic hair and then steps round behind the chair.

I feel Lilly's momentary alarm as Jess tilts the chair back, lowering the bound girl to the floor so that she lies on her back. Lilly's wrists are bound to the arms of the chair and her ankles to the legs at the back so her thighs are pulled widely apart, ropes crossing between her breasts hold her back against the chair's back and another cord, looped around her throat, keeps her struggles in check by tightening if she strains forward, though, as she has become more aroused I have noticed Lilly has been deliberately straining against this rope and gaining pleasure from the gentle tightening around her neck.

I have learnt a lot about Lilly in our short time together and she has learnt a lot about herself.

Califaseri has noticed the change in Lilly too while she has teased the helpless girl, flirting with her, tormenting her as she squirms in her bonds, there has been pleasure and pain and Lilly has enjoyed all of it.

When Lilly is lying on her back Jess removes the gag and squats above her; I make Lilly push out her tongue though the movement is no longer involuntary. It is, however, a new skill for her and her ability is still rudimentary. Califaseri would not thank me if and I neglected my duty to her.

Jess cries out as Lilly's tongue rakes across her sex and her fingers tighten on Lilly's nipples. The taste of the other woman fills Lilly's mouth and her body responds in a way that is now familiar, a mix of pleasure and guilt, a hint of fear. Reaching up to lick Jess' sex tightens the ligature around Lilly's throat and this increases both her fear and her arousal.

'See that you do a good job and I'll let you come.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Lilly's response is immediate, gasped between laps of her tongue and I release her again.

Jess is rocking on her heels now, pulling distractedly at Lilly's nipples and kneading the captive girl's breasts. She is making a low keening sound, one that, in the hours I have known her, usually comes before her orgasm.

I help Lilly push her tongue forward, flicking Jess' swollen clitoris and the girl cries out, climaxing hard. I am aware of Jess lifting her hand from Lilly's breast to sweep her long hair away from her face and realise Califaseri is giving Jess a little freedom; then she bends and touches her tongue to Lilly's clitoris. The seat of the chair prevents Jess probing the bound girl's sex too deeply with her tongue and after a few moments I feel Jess' fingers sliding inside Lilly's sex. I can tell this is Califaseri at work, though I wonder if, in time Jess would do this herself, her responses certainly suggest it though I will never know.

The strokes of Jess' tongue and teasing fingers are precise and applied in a way that will bring Lilly to climax quickly.

I know why she is doing this.

I have sensed them too, sensed them even before Lilly heard them.

Footsteps on the stairs and then a banging on the door.

Shamarina and Xandira are already relinquishing their hosts, I sense them...'hovering' is the word Lilly would use to describe it, eager to depart.

Lilly comes and I feast on the electrochemical discharges of her writhing body, enjoying for the last few moments, its physical sensations and its warmth

There is more energy gathering outside the door now and, as Lilly's senses clear, I hear the banging become more forceful. Shoulders are being applied to the wood which buckles and will soon yield.

Califaseri abandons Jess and I watch the woman blink, swaying slightly on her knees as she regains control of her body, that familiar gesture of her hand sweeping her hair from her face.

Then I slip from Lilly, relinquishing my control, returning her freedom such as it is in her bondage.

'Below' me Jess is looking down at Lilly who is still tied to the chair, her blonde hair carpeting the floor between the brunette's thighs, across the room Beatrice and Jane are still tied together on the bed, both naked, their wrists tied behind their backs, ropes around their necks holding their mouths close to each other's sex. Beatrice's buttocks are still red from where Jess has spanked her and I am still sufficiently between states to recall the redhead's tongue pushing into Lilly's spread sex, her hair tickling the blonde's thighs.

Then the connection is gone.

The door bursts open and we are gone into the vortex in our natural forms.

We share our thoughts and dance, glowing with the energy of our recent couplings. Lilly's responses, the release of her latent desires, have giving me more strength than the others and I lead, soaring 'above' my companions, choosing our way through the swirling mix of time and space.

There is no way to describe to others how long we are like this or how far we travel, there is no frame of reference for those who are not 'us', it is perhaps the portion of the universe that will see a star's light before it dies.

Califaseri is the first to tire. The need to control Jess even as 'she' drew energy from her, has left 'her' less charged than the rest of us. Shamarina is tiring too. Her choice of Jane was poor and one with more experience might have realised that Jane's body was not as responsive to the teasing of one of her own sex as the others. Although she responded to the physical stimuli, her emotional involvement was small. Shamarina has, however, cured the girl's body of the lung condition that would have shortened her life considerably.

I drop onto the physical universe again and the others follow. They know where I am leading them. Twenty first century earth is a good source of energy for us and better than the nineteenth century from which we just have come. Here, among the cosmopolitan metropolises of Western civilisation, lies more opportunity to feed; the liberality of sexual expression and the tools that society has created for sexual stimulation seem to peak at this point in the undulating timescape of human evolution.

I am 'flying' along a busy street 'tasting' the auras the humans 'below' me radiate. I find one that appeals to me, a tall woman with dark hair in a light grey suit, I sense her sexual needs and feel them surge as she surveys a smaller woman ahead of her with long blonde hair. The blonde is dressed in a business suit too though it wraps more tightly around her small, neat body emphasising the pertness of her bottom and her obvious lack of undergarments.

I slide into the brunette, overpowering her in an instant and Califaseri enters the blonde.

Sally, the brunette glares at me reproachfully over her gag, struggling against the tight bondage in which I have placed her: a restraint known variously as a single sleeve, monoglove or armbinder, it pulls her arms tightly behind her, pinning her elbows together; her ankles are linked with locking steel cuffs and a chain runs up to the tip of her single sleeve; while she kneels or sits this is relatively slack but if she stands it will tighten, limiting her movements. A collar is buckled around her throat. The gag is a big black rubber ball that fills her mouth held in place with a tight leather strap and shiny muzzle that covers the bottom half of her face. She sits with her legs folded up beside her. I have removed her outer clothes and can see her taste for lingerie is what is known in this time as 'retro': a bullet bra and deep knickers, suspender belt and seamed stockings. I have let her keep her heels; shiny black patent leather court shoes with a five inch heel.

This is, of course, a projection I have created in Sally's mind, a way to help her rationalise what is happening to her. We do not all treat our hosts in this manner. When we enter them we have an ability to close their consciousnesses off from their bodies though, as we gain experience, this is something over which we develop finer control. The more a host's spirit is able to remain connected to its body the more powerful the neurohormonal discharges that are released when the body is stimulated.

The pose is exactly that in which she had fantisised about restraining the pert blonde.

Califaseri has brought the blonde to a halt immediately in front of me and my host, Sally, walks straight into her.

The blonde drops her bag, the contents scattering on the pavement.

'I'm sorry.' I have removed Sally's gag but she is still restrained. It is the free part of her that is talking to the blonde.

'No. My fault.' The blonde smiles. She has a small triangular face, blue eyes, lips tinted red. Sally's eyes drop to the woman's small neat cleavage and the sight produces a rush of pleasure in my captive host.

'Let me help you.' Sally bends and starts to pick up the contents of the bag.

'Thank you.' Califaseri and her blonde host crouch beside us.

People stream around us on the pavement and I am aware of Shamarina and Xandira settling into their own hosts. Xandira has found somewhere for us to feed.

We stand. Sally holds a card that has fallen from Rose's bag. It contains the blonde's contact details. Her name is Rose.

'Perhaps you'd like to keep it.' Rose smiles, her eyes roving across Sally's voluptuous body, taking in the strong face, broad shoulders and large breasts in their conical cups. 'We could meet up some time.' Rose curls her lower lip in and bites it with her white teeth looking up into Sally's eyes again; a look of challenge and seduction. I can see the flush on her cheeks and below, the darkness of her small cleavage, breasts free within her pink silk blouse, nipples stiff and lifting the soft fabric.

'I'd rather you came with me now!' Sally's voice is firm and Rose's eyes widen. Her cheeks colour further, for a moment I see doubt; Califaseri can snap her under control in an instant but allowing her to decide will increase her emotional involvement and her response to what will follow. The angles of Rose's lips curl into a tiny smile and two dimples appear, she gives me a nod.

'Alright then.'

I turn, leading her towards Xandira, threading my way through the crowds. The process seems incredibly slow although from Sally's point of view it is a matter of perhaps ten minutes. The projection of Sally that is her consciousness, her spirit, is still restrained and continues to glare at me, once again, gagged; though I did allow her some freedom in the flirtation with Rose. Despite her resentment I can feel the frisson of sexual arousal her encounter with Rose has engendered and, as I make her walk on her high spiked heels, swaying her hips for Rose's pleasure I can sense anticipation.

As we reach our destination Sally, the restrained, gagged spirit of Sally, with whom I share possession of her physical body, struggles up onto her knees. She still has full access to her senses even if she cannot control her body and, as we enter the sex shop, I can feel her excitement. I know she is smiling behind her muzzle.

Shamarina and Xandira are already there. As the youngest of our group, Shamarina is the one least prone to subtlety. Her host is called Cheryl; she has glossy black hair and pale skin that Sally clearly finds pleasing. She is not of the same race as Sally or Rose, her eyes at a slight angle, her eyelids fuller, her eyesockets less deep and her cheekbones higher, her lips are small and pouting. She kneels in what humans regard as a submissive pose, her head bowed, her knees spread wide. She has cast off her outer clothes and wears a lacy purple half cup bra and tiny lacy knickers. Xandira's host is in the process of restraining Cheryl's arms behind her back in a single sleeve. Cheryl's chest is rising and falling quickly and I fear for an instant this is not arousal but the result of a struggle or anxiety, that Shamarina cannot fully control her but I hear Xandira telling me that Cheryl is an adopted name for Shamarina's host who was originally called Sun-Li and that she was in the store choosing collar for herself when they found her. The collar is slim and made of shiny steel and is now locked around her neck.

I can sense now that Sun-Li, or Cheryl as she now calls herself is anxious but also aroused by her situation. It is clear that Shamarina is letting her enjoy her predicament. Xandira's host tightens the last strap of the restraint across Cheryl's shoulder and the girl's body is pulled slightly to the side, her shoulders drawn gently back. Her breasts are larger than many of her race but like all human women when aroused her nipples are erect and her skin is flushed.

'Keep still.' Xandria's host strokes Cheryl's glossy hair.

'Yes, Mistress.' Cheryl bows her head a little more. She pronounces her English words with a rounded mouth and keeps her tongue on the floor of her mouth as she speaks. For a moment I brush against Shamarina as she relaxes her hold on Cheryl a little too much, almost leaving her body. The kneeling girl begins to struggle, though not to rise or cry out and Shamarina refocusses herself, her thoughts disappearing from mine.

Having restrained Cheryl, Xandira's host steps forward to appraise Rose and Sally. She has dark skin and dark eyes, and is clearly of mixed race, retaining the smooth curves of her dark skinned ancestry but with finer features, her short dark hair is less shiny than Cheryl's. She is dressed in a tight black latex bodysuit that shines as it reflects the lights of the shop, clinging to her body and emphasising the fullness of her breasts, comparatively small waist and flare of her hips. Her heels are as high as Sally's and stiletto thin so that she almost walks on the tips of her toes. As she approaches us her hips sway and she picks up a riding crop that lies on the shop's counter, flexing it between her gloved hands.

'I'm Monika!' Her lips are glossy and red and there are multiple studs around her ears. She stops in front of Rose and the small blonde stares up at her before turning back for a moment to look at Sally, her eyes wide.

Califaseri is as skilled as I am in controlling her hosts and I know she is letting Rose experience the full pleasure of her situation in much the same way as I am with Sally.

'Rose...' I hear the blonde whisper as she turns back to Monika. '...Mistress.'

Monika smiles. 'And, Rose, are you a good girl?'

'I...I can be a little wayward.' Rose glances back at Sally. She pauses for a moment. 'I sometimes need a firm hand.'

I can feel Sally struggling. Taste her jealousy. Humans can be very paranoid.

'Rose!' Sally's voice is dominant again and the blonde turns.

'Yes, Mistress.' There is no hesitation this time and her voice is steadier.

'Undress for your mistress.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Rose's hands go immediately to her blouse and begin the unbutton it. I cannot tell how much of this is Califaseri's doing and how much it is lead by the little blonde herself but she makes no attempt to show modesty as the silk falls open exposing her small breasts with their erect nipples; she then she unclips her tight pencil skirt and lets it fall to the floor before shrugging out of her blouse. She stands naked apart from her black heeled shoes, her hands slipping behind her back and her head slightly bowed.

There is a collar on a stand on the counter a thin strap of shiny black patent leather that matches Rose's little heeled ankle boots. Sally picks it up and, brushing Rose's blonde hair to one side, buckles it around the girl's throat. As she does so she mouth's 'mine' to Monika who's lips curl into a smile.

'Thank you, Mistress.' Rose's voice is once again a whisper and, through Sally's senses, i feel her tremble.

'That just leaves you then...'Mistress'.' Monika winks looking at Sally's body, still in her street clothes.

Sally smiles and her eyes flick to a display mannequin dressed in a strappy PVC garment. 'I'll collar you later too if you're a good girl, but, why don't you go and play with little Lotus Blossom over there first?'

Monika grins. 'There's a studio out the back. Perfect for a little fun. It's almost as well equipped as this place. When you're ready there's plenty of things to strap me and blondie to while you...play with us.'

'I hope you're going to tighten that sleeve properly.' Sally clearly enjoys the dominant role but I think there is more considering the way she is restrained in he own mind. 'I'm sure you could get her elbows to touch.'

Cheryl looks up, her eyes widening, though I sense she would enjoy this.

'Perhaps I could borrow your slave to assist me.' Monika grins.

The dark skinned girl turns back to Cheryl and Rose looks at Sally who nods.

Sally, the spirit of Sally, is standing beside me. She is still restrained in the single sleeve and ankle cuffs, the chain form the cuffs is just too short my allow her to stand straight and she therefore stands with her hips pushed slightly forward, the posture and the tightness of the single sleeve making her breasts thrust out, something that is accentuated by the bullet bra. I have kept her muzzled.

We watch as Monika and Rose work together to tighten the straps of Cheryl's single sleeve. They are both exquisite creatures, blonde Rose naked save for her boots and collar, her body neat and delightfully toned and dark skinned Monika packaged in her skin-tight glistening rubber that stretches and shines as she bends. Both girls move in the knowledge their bodies are on display, straightening their legs as they bend and arching their backs to emphasise the curves of their buttocks and breasts.