Keyholder Demoness Ch. 08

"You!"

Charity's first instinct was to turn and run from the conference room. Here, before her, was the woman who Charity had assaulted with nudity. She had ripped off her dress and distinctly pointed out the chastity belt locked around her waist. Charity was wondering if her face was white or red at the moment... Maybe a mix?

"I can expl... uh... well... I can't really explain what I was doing..." Charity fumbled. "But..."

"I'm not really sure what to say either," Metolius Suttle replied.

"Look!" Charity started, doing her best to collect herself. "I need a lawyer and Perit suggested that you may be able to help me."

"Okay..." Metolius said slowly. "Well... ahem... the first thing that I will need to know is whether or not you are competent as a client. Since you are a psychiatrist, I'm sure that you are aware of more appropriate services that some individuals may need in situations involving the legal system when they are... um... at risk of injuring themselves or others for whatever reason."

"Yes!" Charity said. "Yes! Of course! But, I'm competent. I don't normally... uh..."

"You don't normally do what, Ms McKenzie?" Metolius asked, frowning.

"Well, I have never done what I did before or since then. I just can't really... um..."

"So," Metolius asked, "you are aware that stripping in the middle of a public street is not a normal activity?"

"Of course not," Charity said.

"And what about that device that you said was locked around your loins," Metolius continued. "Is that normal?"

"No. I suppose not, but... er..." Charity felt like she was falling in a bottomless hole.

"You said that you were looking for the key. You said that you thought that I had the key," Metolius pressed. "Are you still wearing that chastity belt?"

"Yes," Charity murmured.

"Do you have the key? Can you unlock it?" Metolius asked.

"This is why I need your services as a lawyer, because..."

"Do you have the key, Ms McKenzie?" Metolius asked again in a firm voice.

"... no..." Charity said quietly, staring at the floor.

"And you think that I have the key?" Metolius asked.

"No, but..."

"Then why did you say that you thought I did, Ms McKenzie? And how is it that of all the women in the city, you chose to approach me? Did you know who I was at the time?"

"No!"

"Where is Perit? I don't know if I can work with you. This is too crazy," Metolius picked up her purse and stood up from the table.

"Wait! Please!" Charity said, tears starting to fall from her eyes. "My girlfriend was abducted over two months ago and the police don't seem to be able to do anything to find her. They seem to be more interested in investigating me than trying to find her. They are acc... accu... they are saying that I have been harassing one of Blue's supposed ex-girlfriends. I have never even heard of the woman before. Blue never even mentioned her. Blue has the key to this belt. Why would I...? Someone has Blue and has the key."

"So, Blue, your girlfriend, locked you in a chastity belt and then she left with the key?" Metolius asked.

"She didn't leave with the key! She was abducted!" Charity said.

"Have you heard from her abductors? Is there a ransom note?" Metolius asked.

"Yes... no..." Charity started to feel tremendous anxiety. Keyholder warned her specifically not to talk about their communications. Keyholder stated that Charity would never hear from Blue again if she did.

"I don't understand your answer," Metolius said. "Yes or no?"

"No. There is no ransom note. I have not heard from Blue," Charity lied.

"You've not heard from Blue?" Metolius repeated. "Do you expect, hypothetically, if Blue went out of town for a while, that she would communicate with you?"

"What? Yes! If Blue was not in town, she would com... commu... she would send me a message. She's my girlfriend! We live together! We love each other."

"Ms McKenzie, do you drink alcohol?" Metolius asked.

"What? What does that have to do with anything?" Charity asked.

"Do you drink?"

"I drink occasionally, but not recently," Charity said.

"Why not?" Metolius asked.

"I'm taking med... medica... I'm taking drugs... I mean, I have a perscri... a, um, perscrip..."

"A prescription?" Metolius finished. "Do you know what the prescription is? What is the name?"

"I... I don't know..." Charity answered, envisioning the bottle in her fridge with the label that read: "Charity. 5ml twice per day. Do not take with alcohol."

"You are a licensed psychiatrist, correct?" Metolius asked.

"Yes."

"Don't you have the authority to prescribe medication to your patients?"

"Yes."

"But, yet, you are taking some drug and you cannot even remember what it is?"

Charity groaned. This was not going well.

"I'm going to need to talk to Perit before we go any further," Metolius said, shaking her head. "I wouldn't even consider taking you as a client, but Perit is a good friend. I'll need to get her opinion on all these issues that you have going on... Does she know about this chastity belt thing?"

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Later, that same afternoon...

"So," Detective Tumalo said. "This is the famous decorated woman."

"Hope. She goes by the name Hope," Charity said.

The detective held out her hand as though to shake Hope's, but Hope took a half step back sliding a bit behind Charity.

"She doesn't like to be touched," Charity said. "She's not familiar with modern American customs."

"I've heard that she doesn't speak English at all," the detective took a step closer to Hope to look at her face. "Hoooly shit... Whoah! Is she growling at me? She's got needles sticking out of lips!"

"Yeah. You might not want to get too close," Charity said.

"OK, then," Tumalo walked around behind her desk. "Does she have any clue what is going on around her? I mean, is she an animal? Or is she human? Do her eyes glow in the dark?"

"Bithh," Hope said. Then she spoke for a while in her own language, quietly popping and clicking.

"She's extremely smart," Charity confirmed. "Anyway... This thumb drive has a photo of a car - you can see the license plate... I think that whoever owns this car has something to do with Blue's abduction."

The detective took the thumb drive and plugged it into her computer. She opened up the images that Charity had taken the night Keyholder forced her to expose herself. "Hmm... looks like an old Toyota sedan, a Camry about 2003 or so... Is this the vehicle that was used to abduct Blue?"

"I have no idea," Charity said. "I'm just saying that I think this person is involved."

"How do you know?" the detective asked.

"Can't you just run the plate and figure out who owns the vehicle and check them out?" Charity asked.

"What the fuck do you think we run here? I'm not going to invade someone's privacy just because some random person has a vague hunch. That's not how detective work is done," the detective said with a condescending chuckle.

"It's hard to understand how detective work is done around here at all, because it's been over two months and I haven't seen anything yet. Whoever owns this car is involved somehow," Charity explained. "This could be a lead. If I'm wrong, no big deal. But if I'm right..."

"Hmm," grunted Detective Tumalo. "Have you found a lawyer yet? Seems that I remember that was an action item that you were working on. Not some sort of stakeout or whatever the fuck this is supposed to be."

"Yeah. Fuck you! Metolius Suttle is my lawyer. Here's her card," Charity said. "Come on, Hope. Let's go!"

"Bitth," Hope said as they walked out of the office.

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Journal Entry 5:

Subject: Ash Adams - p-FEAR Installation

Hair

QM: Rainbow

Our goal is to divorce the subject from time. It is likely impossible to achieve complete temporal separation in a human. Time defines so much of what makes a human. Humans learn, humans recall, humans anticipate. Each of these acts are strongly correlated with the concept of time.

Certainly our use of the subjects is very much dependent upon the link between humans and time. However, we have found that the more grounded a human is with the notion of the passage of time, the less dedicated they are to their roles in service of the Goddess Dammasch. And so, we continually strive to find the appropriate balance as we transform the mental capacities of each subject.

Each Isolation Theater is illuminated in a consistent manner. For the subject, sleep is never achieved through a sense of tiredness. The circadian and circalunar rhythms are both stretched and compressed until they become meaningless. Tricks are performed, even, to fool the confused, arousal-addled subject that time is moving backwards.

We have found that the length of one's hair is the best way to fool a subject regarding the passage of time. Slowly, in fits and starts, the subject will realize that their hair is getting shorter as they are held captive in their isolation theaters. When Ash had her Hand Restraints applied, the hair on her head was only about a quarter inch long. Since the application of her hand restraints, we have completely removed all remaining vestiges of hair from her body, including eyebrows and eyelashes.

Every sleep cycle for a period of time, her entire body was coated with a gel agent which has slowly eliminated all her hair follicles. She will never grow hair again.

Ash was so concerned about her hand restraints and with the complete lack of any mirrored surface, she never even realized when her final patches of hair were scrubbed away. Some time passed before she came to the realization of what had happened. When she discovered her new state, she spent a bit of time trying to touch her head with her upper arm and eliciting an array of spiteful declarations.

Finally though, equilibrium was once again achieved. She spends more and more time laying in her gynecological chair enjoying the pleasant stimulations we provide. Ever hopeful that a rare mind blowing orgasm is gifted.

Upon waking from a recent sleep cycle, Ash discovered a new item pierced through her tongue. The stud is thick and topped with a fairly heavy spherical metal ball. It has negatively impacted her diction, to say the least. Her lack of diction is immaterial as communicative vocalizations are not a useful element of the subject's future.

Dea Dammasch, aeternum amorem et obsequium meum spondeo.

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A week and a half later, Charity sat on her sofa with the TV tuned to a children's channel. Hope knelt on the carpet, naked, as she preferred, leaning against Charity's leg completely engrossed in a cartoon. Charity was worrying about Blue. It had been almost a month since she received the last message from her. Had she said too much to her new lawyer, Metolius Suttle? Was Blue still OK? Was she still alive? Charity was spiraling...

She had to think of something else. She reached out and gently laid her fingers on Hope's shoulder. Generally, Charity was very careful about minimizing physical contact with the strange woman. Hope did not seem to mind Charity's touch though. She even reached back and pushed her voluminous hair further towards the center of her back to allow Charity better access to her naked skin. The act was like pulling back the curtain on a whole new collection of outrageous modifications.

Lapis gemstones of various sizes were randomly embedded in the skin of Hope's upper back. They glittered in the dim light of the room. Charity wondered how they had been mounted. Were they burned into Hope's flesh?

There was something more terrifying though. An eyebolt was mounted in the center of her scapula bone. Charity slid her fingers around the eyebolt. It was not just some sort of dermal piercing. The bolt seemed to be embedded into the actual bone. Charity pushed Hope's hair around and found a matching eyebolt behind the other shoulder as well.

A chain with fairly heavy links terminated at each of the eyebolts, but rather than hanging down between the two eyebolts, as gravity would dictate, the links angled up towards the center of the back of Hope's head. There must have been a third attachment point.

Charity used her fingertips to gently follow the links up from the eyebolt on Hope's right scapula. Hope did not seem to mind. She even helped, by pulling her hair to the left side. She revealed an S link of metal. The lower curve of the S was loosely looped through a central link of the heavier chain spanning between Hope's scapulas. The upper curve of the S link pulled down on a smaller chain which wove its way in either direction along Hope's skull towards her ears. This smaller chain was apparently part of the matrix of strands that encircled her head.

Hope unclipped the S link from the upper chain, then turned to face Charity. She looped her fingers in the chain that passed between her upper lip and nose and gently pulled until there was enough slack such that the chain hung down over her lips before leading up into each nostril. Next Hope grabbed the chain that hung off her chin between the two sparkling jewels. She slowly pulled down on the chain and Charity could see tiny links slip through the piercings low, below Hope's bottom lip. At the same time, the loops of chain dangling below Hope's nostrils grew smaller and smaller. The chains must have been fixed through Hope's mouth, into her throat, up through her sinuses, and back out her nose!

Suddenly, a series of metallic clicks emanated from Hope's mouth. Hope cringed and made a retching sound. After a moment though, she collected herself and seemed to smirk.

"Mmm!" she said. "Mmm mm mmm mmmm!"

"Damn!" Charity said. "Can you open your mouth? Open?"

Hope opened her mouth so Charity could see inside. The metal plate that had been mounted at the top of Hope's mouth had flipped down and clipped onto some of the studs in Hope's tongue - holding it immobile. After a moment, Hope began to gag and retch again and she had to close her mouth. Apparently, it was very uncomfortable to open her mouth.

"Holy shit!" Charity said, suddenly anxious. "Undo it! Can you undo it! Please!"

Hope grabbed Charity's hand and positioned it so that her palm was up. She moved Charity's palm up to her chin so that the two jewels from the chin chain were supported. Then Hope reached up to her nose and began to pull the chains down from within her nostrils. After a moment and a bit of uncomfortable retching, there was another series of metallic clicks.

Hope mumbled something, clicking and popping again, and she breathed a sigh of relief, obviously happy to be able to move her tongue again. She spoke more loudly, apparently issuing instructions. Charity seemed to guess correctly. She reached behind Hope's head and reattached the S link to provide tension on the matrix of Hope's head chains.

Hope sighed again and turned to look at Charity, smiling. Charity placed a hand on each side of Hope's face looking into her eyes. "I'm so sorry," Charity said. She wasn't sure why she was apologizing, but she just felt it needed to be said. "I'm so sorry."

Charity looked at Hope's lips. She wanted to kiss them, but that was impossible with the array of thin needles poking menacingly. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on Hope's forehead.

Hope held up two fingers. She pushed them between her lips - the metal tips capping each finger protecting her from impalement. Then she held the two fingers up and gently placed them on Charity's lips. Charity realized it was a kiss. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue over the slick metal of Hope's fingertips.

After a moment, Hope withdrew her fingers and turned back towards the TV. The cartoon with the girl and the annoying monkey was on again. "Ooo!" Hope exclaimed happily. She pointed at the TV. "Girhh, Meh, you - Thith-uhth!"

"You, me and the girl are sisters," Charity smiled.

"Thith-uhth! Thorhina(click)!" Hope said excitedly.

"Thorhina(click)," Charity responded. She had been practicing.

"Goouh! Thorhina(click)!" Hope said, nodding and pointing between Charity, herself and the cartoon girl on the TV. "Mah(pop)! Thorhina!"

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That night Charity was having trouble sleeping again. She kept thinking about Hope. What sort of diabolical mind would design such a cruel gag? How was it meant to be used? Why put forth all the time, money, and effort to do what had been done to Hope? Poor Hope. Poor beautiful Hope.

Sometimes Charity found she could break free from spiraling thoughts and get some sleep by masturbating. Of course, generally, an orgasm was the ultimate brain chemistry reset. But, orgasms had been off the table for three months now... It didn't hurt to try.

Charity's breasts were aching again. Her hormones were all out of whack. She was pretty sure it was the medicine that Keyholder had her on. She hadn't had her period since Blue was abducted. With the chastity belt, wouldn't that be a mess! Chastity pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it off the side of the bed. Rubbing her breasts definitely felt good.

Her nipples were constantly rock hard too. Pinching them, teasing them... she felt jolts of arousal cut through her body. Some women can orgasm from nipple stimulation alone. It hadn't worked for Charity though. She slid a hand down her stomach, underneath the loose elastic band of her pajama bottoms, across the cool surface of the belt's faceplate. She teased the skin inside her thighs with the lightest touch, stroking. She began rocking her legs, open, close, open, close... Her breathing was becoming more labored.

Charity thought about Blue and the sex they used to have together - the games they would play - bondage. Sometimes Blue would lock her in the gibbet cage and leave her dangling for an hour or so. She would return and tease her with the key - tease her with her tongue. "Mmm! That's good," Chastity thought. She rolled onto her side and slid a hand over her hips, over the swell of her ass, down between until she pressed the bar that bisected her cheeks.

Charity thought of Hope.

"No!" Charity said to herself. "Don't think of Hope. I'm supposed to be thinking of Blue."

But, when she did think of Hope, a new thrill of tingling sprinkled through her middle section. Hope - with her tattoos and jewels - with her chains and metal fingertips - her tattooed eyes - her permanent, seamless wrist and ankle cuffs. She imagined Hope handing Charity her leash, begging her to lead her to the ends of the earth. She imagined Hope orgasming with her hair slicked with sweat, her chains rattling. She imagined pulling on the chain hanging from Hope's chin, hearing the click of hardware in Hope's mouth locking her tongue to the floor of her mouth.

It was a very strange gag that Hope had. It was so easily disengaged by pulling the chains back out of her nostrils. Dark thoughts crept into Charity's brain. She wanted to keep them out, but they were not just dark, but also, quite thrilling. What would Charity do to lock the mouth plate down so that Hope would be unable to shift the chain and unlock the gag? It would not take much - a simple clip applied to the first links of chain emerging from the chin piercings... Even something simple, like a cheap key ring that one might get from a valet... If it was thread through a link of the small chain near the piercing, it would prevent the chain from sliding in. Hope probably did not have the coordination to even undo a simple clip or key ring with her metal fingertips.

"Oh, goddess!" Charity had not been so close to the edge before while wearing the chastity belt. "Ohh!" She squeezed her breasts, stroked her sensitive skin, rocked her legs, and thought more dirty, evil thoughts.

But, time slipped by. There was no orgasm. Charity failed. She had thought all those cruel thoughts lying to herself that it would help her orgasm. But, there was no orgasm. Only lust.