The Abduction of Sky Girl Pt. 02

Literotic asexstories – The Abduction of Sky Girl Pt. 02 by Parlandaio,Parlandaio
To Holly’s horror, a trio of people had entered the gallery in the darkness and were now standing by the door, looking at her. Holly snatched her hand out of her skirt. How long had they been watching her? She was breathing hard and her skin was covered in sweat. The buzz between her legs was fading fast.

Holly had no trouble recognising Emerald, Henry Bauer’s personal assistant. She had a reputation that reached far beyond the glass and steel of the BauerCorp building. A stunning redhead with the wardrobe of a fashion designer, she was said to earn high six figures for managing her reclusive boss’s affairs. She was the first ever personal assistant to have appeared on the cover of Forbes. One Azerbaijani oil baron had offered Bauer the gift of an apartment overlooking Central Park if he would agree to let Emerald work for him. Bauer refused. He had two such apartments anyway.

Emerald was wearing a black jumpsuit, cinched at the waist with a scarlet belt that complemented her luxurious head of hair, and knee-high chestnut-coloured riding boots. She approached, flanked by two men in tight black T-shirts who had the thick-jawed look of security guards.

‘Did you like what you saw, Holly?’

Holly lowered her eyes, blushing. She didn’t know whether to be outraged, intimidated, or embarrassed. Emerald came closer, her expensive fragrance mixing with the smell of detergent, rubber and sweat that dominated the windowless gallery. She put her forefinger beneath Holly’s chin and lifted her head up. Holly found herself looking into Emerald’s brilliant sea-green eyes. Her gaze was playful and supremely self-confident. At her throat she wore a delicately carved jade pendant, set in gold. Further down, her jumpsuit was open just enough to provide a glimpse of cleavage. In the buyout meeting earlier Emerald had been imperious, reducing the male lawyers in the room to sweating, blustering wrecks. Every woman in the room had watched on with glee, wishing they could be like her.

Summoning her courage, Holly lifted her arm and pointed into the chamber where Sky Girl was being held. ‘We need to call the police,’ she said weakly. ‘The authorities have to know about this.’

‘About what, exactly?’

Holly turned to look into the chamber that until moments ago had contained such an astonishing, depraved scene. But Sky Girl was no longer there. The medical apparatus, the feed bag, the electrical equipment — it was all still in place. But the leather straps hung loose from the chair. Sweat glistened on the seat of the chair and on the leg rests where the superheroine had been held in place.

‘What have you done with her?’ said Holly.

‘Why, would you like us to do the same to you?’

Holly blushed again, looking away. ‘I just want to know what’s going on.’

Emerald said nothing. Then she walked over to the recently vacated chamber and placed her palm on the glass. Activated by her handprint, the entire panel slid open. She entered the chamber and bent down. When she came back, she was holding the beaker containing Sky Girl’s breastmilk. Through the glass Holly could see one or two inches of thin white liquid.

Emerald unscrewed the lid and offered the beaker to Holly. ‘Try some. It’s still warm.’

Holly turned her head, her mouth drawn in disgust.

Emerald shrugged. She tipped back her head, brought the beaker to her lips and drank its contents in one before placing the empty vessel on the floor next to her. Then she stood up straight, closed her eyes and took several deep breaths. The milk seemed to have a physiological effect on her. She began rolling her neck and touching herself, as if her skin and muscles were entirely new. She clenched and unclenched her fingers. Then she opened her eyes and looked directly at Holly. The colour in her irises was billowing and pulsing. She smiled.

‘Hold her there,’ she said to her guards.

The two men in black T-shirts advanced on Holly. She turned to run, only to find herself coming up against the hard gymnasium-like wall, next to a stack of chairs. Instantly the guards closed on her. They took an arm each, virtually lifting Holly off the ground as they brought her back to where Emerald was standing.

‘I thought you were more adventurous than that, Holly,’ said Emerald. Her eyes had become dazzling whirlpools of colour; Holly could not look away. ‘I promise, once you try it, you won’t regret it. Here, let me give you a taste.’

And saying that, she moved closer, clasped Holly’s head between her hands, and leaned in to kiss her. Shocked, Holly tried to turn her face away, but with her arms and head immobilised she was helpless as Emerald applied her lips gently to Holly’s mouth and began kissing her with an impossible softness and delicacy. Her lips moved sensually against Holly’s, her mouth half-open, her tongue probing and exploring. Flustered, overwhelmed, Holly found herself acceding to the other woman’s will, letting her mouth be opened wider by Emerald’s tongue as it pushed inside her. Emerald’s grip around Holly’s head loosened; her fingertips stroked Holly’s hair, the back of her neck. Hunger and sexual confidence seemed to flow through her and into Holly, who started to respond in kind, brushing her lips against Emerald’s, letting Emerald penetrate her fully with her tongue. There was a strange flavour in Emerald’s mouth, a sweet acridity like nothing Holly had tasted before. She had to have more. She started to move her own tongue in earnest, entwining it with Emerald’s. Now she was actively inviting Emerald’s kiss. Ravenous, she pressed her lips against the other woman’s, tremors of pleasure running through her body in response to the soft, strange enjoinment of their mouths. Emerald’s tongue reached deep inside Holly, as she reached hers inside Emerald. She felt Emerald’s breasts press up against her body, her nipples firm and swollen. Holly moaned involuntarily. Then Emerald pulled away. Her lips were wet. She looked satisfied and hungry at the same time. She picked up the beaker. There were still a few drops of milk left inside it.

She didn’t have to ask the question. Holly’s mouth was half-open; her gaze was focused on the teaspoonful of milk in the beaker. She allowed her head to be pulled back as the edge of the vessel was brought to her lips. The milk dribbled into her mouth. Instantly she felt a surge of hot, rapacious, sensual energy inside her. Her tongue slid desperately over the glass, lapping at it, desperate for another drop. Emerald pulled the beaker away, leaving Holly’s mouth open, her tongue out. Her blood was fizzing in her veins. All the colours and sounds in the room had become supercharged; an incredible sense of strength and wellbeing flowed through her body. She looked into Emerald’s eyes and laughed. The shared knowledge of the milk’s power flowed between them. Holly understood, finally, something of what was happening in this strange facility. Above all she realised that she wanted more milk. She craved it. And she would do anything to get it.

The guards released Holly’s arms and returned to their places at Emerald’s side. Holly noticed the men properly for the first time. They looked like they could be Greek, or perhaps North African, with their thick, curly dark hair, high cheekbones and deep-set eyes. Their muscular bodies moved gracefully at Emerald’s command. Did Emerald snap her fingers and lead them into the bedroom? Holly was shocked at how arousing she found the image. She became aware, with a mixture of alarm and exhilaration, of the strange new territory that had opened up in her mind.

Emerald caught the direction of Holly’s gaze and smiled. She came forwards again and rested her hands on Holly’s shoulders, stroking the light hairs at the back of her neck. Then she brought her fingers down to Holly’s chest, all the while maintaining eye contact. Her gaze was mocking and seductive. Was it desire Holly felt for her, or simply a desire to be her? She thought of Sky Girl, imprisoned somewhere in the building, half-conscious. She should make an effort to help her. That would be the right thing to do. But not yet. Emerald pulled open the lapels of Holly’s cheap work jacket and undid one button of her white blouse. Then another, and another. Her fingertips danced over Holly’s skin. Holly’s brain was mush. When Emerald lifted Holly’s breasts out of her bra and began brushing her nipples with her fingers, Holly almost cried.

Emerald clasped Holly’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and began gently to tweak them. Holly let out an extended, desperate, high-pitched whine. The pleasure was intense and debilitating, almost too much to bear, as Emerald’s fingers worked relentlessly at her nipples, teasing and stroking. She felt abject, like a machine being operated by its owner. She looked pitifully into Emerald’s eyes, begging for more, begging her to stop. Emerald continued to work away at Holly’s nipples. Still without looking away, she said, ‘It would be a shame to keep you to myself. Shall we bring in an extra pair of hands?’

Holly nodded, barely perceptibly. At a signal from Emerald, one of the guards advanced and came round to stand at Holly’s back. The sight of his shoulders and chest as he approached made her stomach drop. This was really going to happen. He stood close behind her, his physical presence overpowering. At the touch of his hands on her hips, she almost crumbled to her knees. Slowly, teasingly, he began lifting her skirt. She pushed her ass back, finding his crotch, feeling his cock grow hard inside his trousers. His hands squeezed and groped her ass beneath her skirt, pulling her cheeks apart. She gasped as he reached a hand between her legs. She knew she was soaking wet. In front of her, Emerald stepped back, to be replaced by the other man, who offered Holly a boyish grin, then looked away, sheepishly. They smiled at each other, relieved to alleviate the tension. He was young and absurdly handsome, like some rugged Mediterranean shepherd. He leaned in and began kissing her neck, his light beard soft against her skin. She closed her eyes. Her hands felt for his biceps, along his shoulders, then down his chest. She undid the top button of his jeans and reached her hand down inside, grasping his cock, feeling his excitement. All the while the man behind her was stroking her pussy through her flooded underwear, using his other hand to squeeze and caress her ass. The unmistakable smell of her pussy juices filled the air. When the man in front began kissing her roughly on the mouth, she almost came.

They were interrupted by the lights going on in one of the other chambers further up the gallery. Holly heard the sound of a door opening. Then other sounds reached them: muffled cries, a clatter of furniture, and the abrasive voices of men speaking urgently to one another. The guards stepped away from Holly and looked to Emerald for instruction.

‘I’m sorry to break up your fun, Holly,’ said Emerald, ‘but it looks like our second guest has arrived. Shall we go and see? You can continue this later.’

Holly smoothed down her skirt and did up the buttons of her blouse. Once again she was startled by how easily she had got carried away. ‘Of course,’ she said, as if nothing had happened. Inside, she was going crazy. As they walked back up the narrow gallery, she turned and glanced at the guards behind her. Their faces were flushed. The younger one returned her glance, offering her the same coy grin as before.

They reached the newly illuminated chamber and looked inside. For the second time that day, Holly found herself within ten yards of a superheroine. Two burly men were manhandling a slender woman in fishnet tights, a shiny purple leotard and matching eye-mask into the chamber. She was pale, with thick and glossy black hair. Elbow-length gloves made of black satin and matching knee-high boots completed her outfit.

‘Raven?’ said Holly.

Emerald nodded. ‘The goths’ favourite,’ she replied.

Raven had been gagged, her wrists secured behind her back. It looked like she had already kicked over a small medical trolley. Now she was shaking her head and digging her heels into the floor as the two technicians dragged her towards a sinister piece of furniture that looked like a cross between a bench and a stockade. Depleted of her superpowers, her wrists bound, Raven was no match for the strength of two men. The incapacitated lycra-clad heroine was forced onto her knees and bent over so that her neck could be locked inside the adjustable metal hoop at the front of the device. From that point the technicians had no difficulties strapping her calves onto the padded supports, their strong hands manoeuvring her with ease. After that they unbound her wrists and wrenched her satin-gloved forearms down in front of her, strapping them in place. Now she was on her knees and elbows, her legs apart, her ass raised. She struggled violently in her bondage. Then she seemed to give up. One of the technicians turned the milking machine on. Holly could see Raven’s eyes grow wide behind her eye-mask as she tried desperately to turn her head so see what was happening. Holly knew she should help her. She vowed to herself that she would, any moment now. But there was something else, more urgent, on her mind.

‘Will she… produce?’

Emerald nodded again. She seemed thoughtful. There was a silence, then she began talking. ‘It’s their own fault, Holly,’ she began. ‘At first they claimed to be willing to cooperate with us. We even had government support. Make everyone special: it’s not so unreasonable, is it? Is it right that there should be a small class of people who have been arbitrarily granted powers way beyond those of the average person? It’s positively feudal, when you think about it. Henry is motivated by a deep sense of political justice, and for him the supers were like aristocrats in pre-Revolutionary France. Sure, they might occasionally stoop to perform some petty act of philanthropy, but fundamentally their very existence was iniquitous.’

Holly allowed herself to be persuaded by Emerald’s rhetoric. She wanted the milk; for now, nothing else mattered. The two women watched through the glass as the technicians went about their business. They had turned on the milking machine; its drone was audible in the gallery. One of them pulled down the top of Raven’s purple lycra leotard, exposing her small, pale breasts. She squealed through the gag and squirmed violently, to no avail. He lubed the ends of the suction tubes and placed them over Raven’s surprisingly large, thick nipples. Instantly she started to groan.

‘It was only with the development of synthesised kryptonite, pioneered by Henry and his scientists, that we were able to get any traction with the supers. Until then, they had agreed in principle to everything we were saying, but they knew perfectly well that there was nothing we could do to force their hands. That changed overnight. The synthesis of kryptonite is just one of Henry’s remarkable achievements. His work in AEI is also groundbreaking, of course.’

‘AEI?’

‘Artifical Erotic Intelligence. You’ve already witnessed a few of our more rudimentary devices in action.’

The other technician, having inserted a feeding tube into Raven’s gag, was now adjusting the valve controlling the flow of liquid from the feedbag, which appeared to contain the same chemical cocktail used on Sky Girl. As the technician twisted the nozzle with his fingers, widening the aperture, Holly saw the green liquid shoot down the tube and into the centre of Raven’s gag. The superheroine’s jaw and throat started moving immediately in response. She had no choice but to swallow it.

‘It’s a sponge gag — a rather clever device that allows us to feed them a mixture of kryptonite, high-intensity opiates, and an ultra-powerful drug that increases female sexual arousal by around two thousand per cent,’ said Emerald. ‘Essentially, one half of her brain will shut down, while the half that remains conscious will be horny as fuck.’

Raven’s eyes were already beginning to lose focus. Her nipples were everting inside the suction tubes. Her back was arched and she was making various low, animal sounds behind her gag.

‘But how do you get them to lactate?’ asked Holly. ‘Surely they’re not…’

‘No, Christ no. We prep them beforehand, injecting them with regular doses of a hormone that creates conditions in the body similar to those attained during pregnancy. It’s called induced lactation.’

‘But couldn’t you then extract the milk without going through all this’ — Holly struggled to find the word — ‘this business with the orgasms and the machine?’

‘That wouldn’t be half so fun. Besides, milk production goes up by thirty per cent, sometimes, when they are sexually stimulated.’ Emerald turned to look at Holly squarely. ‘They don’t deserve your sympathy, Holly. They are selfish creatures who wish to preserve their unearned superiority while claiming to be forces for good.’

‘Is that why you drink the milk that they produce? Because you want everyone to be special? It looks like you want to be special, that’s for sure.’

Emerald looked at Holly and for a moment her mask slipped. Some internal barrier had been breached. Was it anger Holly saw? A flash of sadness? She wondered if there was some personal grudge there, beyond the political grandstanding.

‘I drink the milk occasionally in small doses,’ said Emerald. ‘The effects are pleasant, as you will attest. I know you crave more of it. But listen to me carefully, Holly. We don’t know what the effects would be on an individual who drank it in large doses. Our plan involves benefitting the whole country. Don’t look at me like that. Do you think Henry Bauer is in this for personal profit? He has made his fortune several times over. His vision is greater than you currently understand.’

Holly looked inside the chamber. It was true: she craved the milk and its effects. But whereas Emerald believed that what they were about to do to Raven — what they had done to Sky Girl, and were planning to do to others — was justifiable in light of their political ends, Holly knew it was not. Her mind was clear, suddenly. Perhaps it was simply that the effects of those few millimetres of milk were wearing off. Released from the mania of her desire, she saw the situation for what it was. This bizarre, airless set of chambers was like a sarcophagus, seventeen floors up. She had to get out. She simply could not be a party to what was happening behind the glass. Was it too late to also help Sky Girl and Raven? She put her hand in her pocket casually, her fingers wrapping around the edge of her phone. She wondered how she would get the opportunity to use it.

Emerald had turned back to the chamber. ‘I know you’re sceptical, but I’m not the problem, Holly,’ she said. ‘Believe me, there is a bigger problem than me right now. It’s called Richard Bauer.’

‘Richard?’ Holly invited Emerald to keep talking while she tried to remember her phone’s emergency protocol. If you pressed the home button five times, didn’t it automatically initiate a silent call to the emergency services?

‘Yes, Henry’s younger brother. He owns half the company with Henry. The old man, Philipp, made sure they had equal shares when he passed it on to them. Of course, it’s been Henry who has moved it forwards. Richard has always taken a back seat in the business — by which I mean he’s spent most of his life partying with some very unpleasant people. But now he’s found out what we’re doing here, and he wants to try this fabulous white liquid that gives people impossible strength and energy. Not everyone reacts benignly to it. For some people it enhances their hunger for power. On Richard, its effects will be truly evil. He has to be stopped. And that’s where you come in.’

‘What was that?’ Holly said, suddenly alert.

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Emerald turned to face her once more. ‘Did you really think we’d allow cell phones to work in here?’

Holly pulled the phone out of her pocket, panicking. The screen was dead. She pressed the buttons but nothing happened. Of course. A sense of despair closed around her like a black tide.

‘You didn’t hear the directions to the ladies room wrong, Holly. You were given the wrong directions in the first place. I’m afraid we got you in here with a specific purpose in mind. When we saw you in the lobby before the meeting today, we knew you were our best shot at stopping Richard. I’m sorry. I’ve enjoyed our time together.’

And with that she brought out of her pocket a small glass phial that looked like a perfume miniature. Before Holly could avert her face, Emerald had sprayed a mist directly into Holly’s mouth and nose. Immediately her mind slowed and her limbs weakened. She felt herself being lowered to the ground until she lay on her side, her head resting on the vinyl floor. Half-awake, her mind closing down rapidly, she registered Emerald’s chestnut riding boots moving about in front of her face. And beyond them, through the glass, she could see Raven, gagged and restrained, with an ominous-looking machine being wheeled into place behind her, and two figures in white coats, looking strangely like angels, about to perform their devious ministrations on her body. Then Holly passed out.

*

Some time later, she awoke, feeling uncomfortable. The position of her limbs was wrong. She opened her eyes, closed them, opened them a second time, then closed them quickly, preferring it that way. Poor Sky Girl. Helpless again, prepped for mistreatment. She didn’t want to have to keep looking at her. Where was Emerald? A vague sense of guilt floated around her mind. She, Holly, had failed in some respect, but she couldn’t quite remember how. It didn’t matter for now; she would work that out later. It was clear that she had a more immediate problem, which was that she couldn’t move. And there was something in her mouth. Her arms were pinned to her sides, and her legs — what on earth was going on with her legs? She decided, finally, to open her eyes. It was the courageous thing to do, besides also being the necessary thing to do. She would just wait a few more moments. She took a deep breath through her nose. Then another. Reality had to be faced. That was the thing: reality was always better than fantasy. Wasn’t it? She opened her eyes.