Signs
Chapter 7 — Aries
Ariel, call sign Aries, was pissed. She was being punished. She knew she was. She was being punished and it was all because she’d decided to go out and have some fun.
Not for the first time, she wondered if it was the fault of that little Phillipina bitch. Her name was Capri. That didn’t even sound like a Phillipina name, but really, that wasn’t important. What was important was that even as she wondered if the girl had set her up, she knew she hadn’t.
Sure, the girl had said she hadn’t ratted her out but she could have been lying but Ariel knew. That was because of her mental powers. She knew the girl hadn’t ratted her out and that was why she should be leading this team. Her scores were better than everyone else’s so that meant she should be in charge, right?
But she wasn’t. It was because she’d wanted to go out and have some fun. It was because they’d had to send someone out to get her. No one told her as much but she was sure that was the case, and the worst part about it was instead of her leading the team, it was that bitch, Capri, that was leading the four-man team. She was cautious which was fine as long as it didn’t go too far but she was way too bureaucratic for Ariel’s tastes. Why they’d put her in charge of the team amazed Ariel. She wasn’t overly enamored of any of the other members of the team, but as far as Ariel was concerned, any of the others would have been better than Capri.
But that wasn’t the case. The team was out hunting and they’d caught a whiff of a T1 on their equipment. The equipment told them the T1 was on the corner where the team now stood, but more than that, it couldn’t say.
Capri, call sign Capricorn, had sent two members into a building leaving her and Ariel to monitor the equipment. “How you guys doing in there?”
“Doing fine,” came back the reply.
“Make it quick,” was the leader’s reply.
“We’re working on it.”
Moments later, the intercom crackled to life. “Hey, I think we need some help here.”
“What’s the problem?”
“I don’t know. Something weird.”
“Okay, I’m on my way.” Capricorn turned to look at Ariel. “Stay with the equipment, okay.”
“I want to go, too.” Ariel knew she sounded like she was whining but she couldn’t help it. She did want to go.
“Just stay with the equipment, okay?”
“Fine. I’ll stay with the equipment.”
“I mean it. Stay with the equipment.”
“I said I would,” Ariel said.
Capri grabbed her communicator. “I’m on my way,” she said and then she was off.
Ariel hated it. They were treating her like a little girl. She had half a mind to quit the job. Let them go find the T1s on their own. The only thing was she knew they needed her and she knew the job had to be done, and that just made her even more pissed. If they needed her, why didn’t they let her do her job.
Once again, the detector went off only this time, it wasn’t a pleasant little chirp. This time, it was squawking frantically. Ariel looked at it. There was no doubt about it. There was something in the building next to the one the team was in. She picked up the com. “We got something,” she said.
“We’re kind of busy,” was the reply. “Can it wait?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Hold on then. We’ll be there as soon as we can.”
Ariel looked at the comm unit. She knew what they’d tell her if she told them what she wanted to do, but there wasn’t any harm in moving over to the entrance of the building, was there.
The detector was going crazy. There was definitely something inside. A bright blip and a light blip. Unaffected people didn’t register at all so it was a master and a slave. Perfect, she thought.
“I’m going in,” she said.
“God damn it, Aries. Wait for back up.”
“I’m only in the lobby,” she said. “You wouldn’t want the guy to get away would you.”
“Just stay there. We’ll be there in a second.”
So it was okay for her to be in the lobby, Ariel told herself. Well, if it was okay for her to be in the lobby, then she might as well go and stand next to the elevator and as long as she was standing next to the elevator, she might as well press the call button.
She could hear the elevator rattle and clank as it moved down towards where she was. The detector said whoever it was was above her and since the building only had three floors, it shouldn’t be hard to figure out which one had the T1 on it.
The elevator let her off on the second floor and right away, Ariel knew this was the right one. She moved down the hallway until she found herself standing outside of an apartment.
Ariel reached behind her and unclipped the gun from her belt. “I’m going in,” she said.
“No, wait for back-up.”
“No time.”
“Wait for back-up.”
Ariel didn’t wait. Her fingers tightened and loosened around the base of her weapon as she pushed the door open.
In the most traditional of senses, the gun wasn’t really a gun because it didn’t fire a bullet. What it was was a neural inhibitor. Point it at a mind controller and pull the trigger and the target would simply go inactive. The mind would continue to function but only on the most basic of levels, but at least temporarily, the victim was left incapable of both fight or flight. It was the best way to deal with a mind controller.
Ariel peered past the door. The room was dark but she didn’t need light to see the people. Had there been people there, their thoughts would have given them away.
Ariel moved on into the apartment. Her gun covered each of the doors. There were three of them and off to the right, there was an open kitchenette.
Her gun swung back to the left. There, she thought. Whoever was here was behind that door.
Carefully, she made her way across the room. Once again, she hesitated and listened, trying to hear as much as she could, listening not only with her ears but with her mind as well.
Once again, her fingers flexed around the hilt of the weapon. Her other hand touched the door. There were two of them there. She’d have to be careful. The slave was a victim but as long as she was under the controller’s influence, she could be just as dangerous as he was.
Ariel pushed against the door and almost immediately, the door pushed open.
The bedroom was dark save for a lone desk lamp which was used as an impromptu spotlight to shine on the woman in the chair. She was naked and her legs were spread and her fingers worked between her legs.
She looked up when Ariel entered. “Help me,” she moaned.
This was the slave but there was something wrong. Why was a slave begging for help. Shouldn’t she be begging for just the opposite? Shouldn’t she be telling Ariel to go away? Shouldn’t be telling Ariel that her help wasn’t needed? Shouldn’t she be begging Ariel to let her keep being the slave she now wanted to be?
But there was something else. Outside the apartment, Ariel had detected two minds, but now there was only one. Where was—
She felt it in the base of her neck. It was a warmth that suddenly made her feel all gooey and wet.
Ariel tried to turn but she couldn’t. She couldn’t do anything at all.
The gun slipped from Ariel’s fingers. She barely heard it as it fell to the floor.
Ariel found herself staring at the girl in front of her. She knew what was happening to her but that didn’t make the feelings that were being imposed on her any less real. She looked at the girl and she found herself wanting to be more and more like her.
She wanted to be naked. She wanted to be naked just like the girl in the chair.
No, she told herself. No, she couldn’t want that but even to her own mind, it really didn’t sound like she meant it and besides, she wanted to be a slave to her pussy.
No, she didn’t, she told herself, but almost as quickly as that thought had arisen, it had been swept aside.
She couldn’t help but stare at the girl. She hadn’t even realized she’d let her jacket fall to the floor and now she barely noticed what her fingers were doing to the buttons on her blouse.
There was still a part of her that knew what she was doing was wrong but for the life of her, she just couldn’t remember why. She’d let the blouse fall to the floor and now she was working on her bra. There was something wrong here, but she didn’t know what.
And besides, there was a whole other part of her that was telling her something different. If she wanted to be like the girl in the chair, then didn’t that mean that she wanted to be naked, too. Didn’t that mean that she, too, wanted to be a slave to their master.
Ariel’s fingers fumbled with the buttons on her jeans. She pushed the jeans down over her hips and with the jeans gone, it wasn’t long before her panties were gone, too.
She knew her master was standing there just behind her. She would have done anything to entice her master to fuck her but anything that she might have done was kept from her. She couldn’t move and she couldn’t speak. All she could do was stand there as if on inspection, slightly bent at the waist with her butt sticking out.
She knew her master was rooting around in her mind. She knew she was being changed. She knew she was being made into a better slave and she knew she wanted this. She wanted it so bad.
She wanted to be fucked but she knew what she wanted was irrelevant. All that mattered were the needs and desires of her master. Everything that she was, all of that was subverted to the wants and needs of her master. She knew her master’s most trivial whim was her greatest imperative. She existed to serve and she felt honored that she’d been chosen to be used in this way.
She almost came right then and there when she felt her master’s hand on her ass. She was so ready for him. She only hoped that she could serve him as well as he deserved to be served because then maybe, maybe if she did a very, good job, maybe he’d give her the honor of using her body again.
She couldn’t help but gasp as she felt her master’s cock between her legs. She didn’t know she’d been allowed to gasp but it seemed as if her pussy was getting even wetter.
And then she felt her master enter her and it felt so good. Her master didn’t speak to her in a spoken voice but she could hear her master’s voice in her head. She loved that. She felt so close to her master and she loved her master so very much. Her master was great. Her master was wonderful, and she knew she’d do anything at all for her master. Whatever it took to make her master happy.
She hoped her master was enjoying her body. She felt as if she were on the verge of cumming and she knew she’d been that way from the moment she knew her master had seen fit to use her body but she knew she couldn’t cum. Not yet. It wasn’t permitted and she knew she wouldn’t cum until her master permitted it, until her pussy had finally earned its release from her master.
Her pussy couldn’t help itself. She tried to get her master to fuck her even harder. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to make her master cum. She wanted to earn her master’s approval.
Her master’s approval came without warning. One moment, she’d been bent over, using her pussy to fuck her master’s cock just as hard as her master’s cock had been fucking her and in the next moment, she was screaming out in ecstasy, her pussy squeezing down on the impaled member so hard that she worried she might break it and then she was sobbing, gasping for breath and then screaming again. She was cumming hard but more importantly, she knew her master was cumming hard, too, and knowing her master was cumming really was all that mattered to her.
Her team was only moments behind her but when they got there, the apartment was empty. There was no servant, no master, and perhaps worst of all, there was no Ariel either.