The Possessed

In practice, the staff employed a small magnetic device called a tumbler to lock and unlock the doors. Old-fashioned keys were used for effect during parties, but almost never during day-to-day operations. Although mechanical locks were a rarity, they were still used occasionally and Erin had located a supplier of locks and keys, as well as tumblers. Kelly removed one of the devices from her jumpsuit pockets and placed it over the lock on the door to the dungeon. The small machine vibrated in her hands as it synchronized itself with the lock on the door. After a few moments Kelly heard a small metallic click and the door opened slightly inward. "We're in," she said.

"OK," said Erin, "we're going in. Remember thirty minutes."

"Yes," said Pam's voice in their ears.

Kelly pushed lightly on the door and it swung silently inward and both women stepped into the dungeon. Erin looked around and smelled the thick, dry, filtered air that enveloped her body and mind bringing back memories of her imprisonment there in what seemed another life. To her left she felt Kelly stiffen and pause as the dungeon atmosphere brought back the same flood of unpleasant memories. Both women glanced at each other. "Let's do it," said Kelly.

Erin nodded in reply and they started down the corridor and into the dreaded place of past nightmares that had been all too real. The dungeon was a labyrinth of hallways, corridors, and chambers. Its walls, ceiling, and floors were made of the same hard, rough black stone that was used to build the Castle. Faux torches lined the walls at twenty-foot intervals casting an adequate but eerie light throughout the narrow twisted expanse before them. Although both Erin and Kelly had spent well over a year within its confines, the dungeon remained a mysterious and hard to navigate place. As slaves they had always been escorted about the Castle and had spent most of their time in only a small portion of the dungeon, rarely traveling more than several yards down its corridors.

The dungeon itself was vast and occupied more than a third of the entire Castle structure. Without the architectural plans that Stacy had found on the net, Erin knew they would have become quickly lost. As it was, she had trouble keeping her bearings and finding her way through the maze of hallways and corridors. Kelly seemed more confident and led the way checking their position every few seconds against the map they had brought. Fortunately, they encountered no one, just as they had hoped.

At this hour, Alex and her staff would be upstairs in the Castle tending to the guests. Many of the non-diapered slaves would be with her, serving their Mistresses who would be sizing them up for the activities to come later in the evening. This was not to say that Erin expected that the dungeon would be completely quiet and abandoned. To the contrary, the slaves and dungeon staff kept hours that were almost the exact opposite of the rest of the world. Their day began at six in the evening and went until six in the morning. Midnight was lunchtime, and during parties, a time of intense preparation, as the slaves readied themselves for the evening's activities. Erin knew that in less than two hours, the dungeon would become a beehive of activity as slaves and guests descended to partake in the activities that had made Zax both famous and notorious.

"I think we're here," said Kelly pointing to her map. "The diapered slaves and the new infirmary should be in the area behind this door."

Erin looked at the map and nodded in agreement. The door in front of them stood in marked contrast to the rest of the doors in the dungeon. It was a smooth rectangular sheet of a solid black metal-like substance surrounded by a frame of the same material. All the other doors up to this point had been made of oak, arched at the top and fastened directly to the stone walls with heavy metal hinges. Unlike the door before them, the wooden doors had either been open or secured with mechanical locks that had yielded almost instantly to the tumbler. In contrast the black metal door was seamless with not so much as a dent, little lone a lock. Embedded in the wall next to the door was a square plate made of black glass. "Bio-metric lock," said Erin.

Kelly nodded and removed a thick cylindrical object about six inches long from her pocket. Pointing the device at the seam between the door and frame she said, "Stand back".

Erin watched has Kelly moved the cylinder along the seam between the door and its frame. The device was a common general-purpose cutting tool and was capable of cutting a variety of materials from wood and metal to composites. Although the tool was quite powerful, it contained a fail-safe mechanism that rendered it inoperable when pointed at a human and which therefore rendered the tool useless as a weapon. When Kelly reached the midpoint of the door, sparks flew from the seam, followed by smoke. Without warning the door flew open with a loud bang and a ball of smoke blew inwards along the corridor behind the door.

Both Erin and Kelly were startled by the loud noise of the door opening and it took both women a few moments to recover their composure. "Must have been spring loaded," said Kelly.

"Yes," agreed Erin. "Lucky for us it opened inward. Let's hope no one heard all the noise."

"Yea," said Kelly.

Looking at her chronometer Erin said, "We have less than twenty minutes, we better get going."

Kelly nodded and both women entered the secluded portion of the dungeon.

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Alex stood in the grand hall of Zax Castle listening attentively to Libra Johnson, the Counsel General. Libra had been a member of Zax for only a few years, having joined shortly after her appointment as Consul General. As the head judicial officer, she was one of the more influential and powerful members of Zax. She was also one of the most talented Domitrixs at Zax. Libra was renowned for her subtle techniques and applications for prolonging a scene and increasing its sexual intensity. Her methods usually stopped just short of actual pain, but the slaves unfortunate enough to be used in one of her scenes were kept on a knife-edge between discomfort and pain for has long as she desired. The final sexual release for both Mistress and slave was near heart stopping in its intensity. "I hear you have a new diapered slave," said the Counsel General.

"Yes," replied Alex. "Mistress Prudence has arranged a session for you with her tomorrow night. I hope this is satisfactory, Mistress."

"Unfortunately, I must leave tonight," said Libra "Perhaps next time."

"Certainly Mistress". As head slave Mistress at Zax, it was Alexandra's duty to mix with guests during parties and to arrange parings between Mistresses and slaves for the activities that would follow. Although the Castle staff was large, comprising grounds keeping, cleaning, maintenance, and cooking crews, the actual staff devoted to the handling of the slaves was small. Besides Laura and herself, Alex had only five other women to manage and handle the slaves. This was in marked contrast to the two-hundred or so women that comprised the general maintenance staff. Parties were therefore a busy time for Alex as she juggled the needs of guests and managed the evening's preparations in the dungeon.

As Alex talked to the Counsel General (probably the most important guest at the Castle that evening) her eyes scanned the enormous room. Tunic-clad slaves mingled with the guests, serving food and drink. The professional waiting staff also serviced the crowd and helped serve the food. Prudence and Katrina stood together talking with a small group of women from Libra's staff. Soon, everyone would be finished eating and Prudence would begin the ceremony celebrating Katrina's birthday. After that, in an hour or so, the important activity would shift to the dungeon. This was the most stressful time for Alex, as everything had to come together correctly for the evening to be successful. In the midst of all the activity, Alex heard a soft chime sound in her ear. When Libra paused in their conversation Alex said, "Please forgive me Mistress, but my staff needs me."

"Certainly," said Libra.

Nodding, Alex turned away and spoke softly to herself, "Yes?"

"Mistress," she heard Laura say in her ear, "the security system indicates that the door to the secluded portion of the dungeon is open."

Damn! Alex said silently. Then to Laura, "I'll be right there."

Two minutes later Alex walked into the administrative area of the dungeon. Laura looked away from the status display and said, "About three minutes ago someone opened the door to the area where the diapered slaves are."

"Are Carmen or Melinda in there?"

"No. Only the slaves are in there now. Even Anne and the professor are gone. They're at the party."

"Malfunction?"

"No, I checked. The system's operating fine."

"OK. Disable the communication links from that part of the dungeon and take Melinda and find out what's going on down there. Tell Carmen to take five of the grounds keeping staff and search the area around the Castle."

"Yes Mistress," said Laura getting up. Melinda and Carmen were part of the slave handling staff and were currently preparing the slaves remaining in the dungeon for the evening's activities. This would probably cause a delay in the party and Laura could see anxiety mixed with irritation on Alex's face. She therefore hurried to get Melinda so they could find out what was happening.

Neither Alex nor Laura was particularly worried however. Most likely Carmen had forgotten to completely close the door on her way out earlier. The hinging mechanism was tight, and unless the door was firmly shut it would sometimes register as being open. This had happened before. Unfortunately, checking it would take time away from Alex's already overloaded schedule. It's just going to be one of those nights, thought Alex as she stood looking at the display: just one of those nights.

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Phoebe, Lisa, Candy, and Dianna had been sitting and talking in the recreation room when all four women had been surprised by a loud banging noise. Dianna and Phoebe had been re-united with Lisa and Candy several months ago. As the latter two women approached their final months of pregnancy they had become awkward and clumsy and Laura had assigned Phoebe and Dianna to watch and assist them.

Dianna had been despondent after Laura had informed her that she could not see her baby. Phoebe had spent several days consoling her before she had come around and accepted her fate. The milking routine had helped. Dianna used the now thrice-a-day routine as a way of maintaining a connection with her daughter in the only way she could. At least, she reassured herself, she was contributing to the baby's well being in a substantial and meaningful way, even if she couldn't see or hold her.

Dianna had also taken an interest in Lisa and Candy. Both women were near the end of their ninth month, and their bellies were severely distended with their near full term pregnancies. Dianna helped Phoebe wait on the two older women and she delighted in placing her hands on their bellies and feeling the movement of the babies within. For their part, Lisa and Candy were anxious to learn about Dianna's experience in delivering her baby. Both questioned her repeatedly, but Dianna was reluctant to be too specific for fear of frightening them. In addition, all three women were fascinated by Dianna's lactating breasts. Dianna's already large breasts had become engorged after the delivery and had increased substantially in size. Milk regularly ran from her nipples and down her abdomen to her waist where it was absorbed by her diaper.

Curious, Candy had asked to taste it one day, and Dianna had obliged. After taking a few drops and putting them into her mouth she said, "Not bad: a little sweet, but good." The others had followed suit, but with the exception of Phoebe had been afraid to take too much, least they become sick. Phoebe too, had been reluctant to take more than a taste of the milk, but Lisa and Candy had urged to take more and to enjoy what they could not. Phoebe had been reluctant at first, but the others had persisted and finally she had agreed.

Looking at Dianna she said, somewhat embarrassed, "Is it OK?"

Dianna had smiled and said, "Sure."

Not quite knowing what to do, Phoebe had approached Dianna who was sitting and knelt between her open legs. Although Laura had left the breast pump, it was fitted directly to the containers it supplied and there was no way of adapting it to fit one of the drinking glasses at their disposal. "Go on," said Lisa, as Phoebe knelt, hesitating.

Phoebe blushed and said, "I'm not sure what to do."

"Try licking one of her nipples," said Candy.

Phoebe looked at Dianna who nodded, and she bent forward sticking her tongue out slightly and lightly licked the tip of Dianna's right nipple. A drop of milk rewarded her efforts and Phoebe licked the nipple again, a little harder this time. Again her efforts were rewarded with several more drops of the white, slightly sweet liquid. Phoebe continued and soon she discovered that she could receive a substantial squirt of milk if she took the entire nipple and areola into her mouth and sucked gently. Soon Phoebe found herself nursing at Dianna's breast while the younger woman gently stroked her hair.

After a few minutes Dianna closed her eyes and let out a soft moan of pleasure, "Oh Phoebe! It feels so good!"

Phoebe stopped abruptly and stood up, wiping milk off her chin and said, "I think we should stop."

Dianna opened her eyes in surprise and said, "God that felt good. I was really getting turned on."

Lisa and Candy looked at each other and unconsciously their hands touched the crotch of their diapers. Phoebe looked at them and they stopped. All four women knew what would happen if Dianna came. Although they dared not repeat the experiment, the fascination with Dianna's breasts continued and Lisa and Candy consoled themselves with the thought of soon experiencing the same pleasant sensations as Dianna had.

The four women had been discussing just this topic when they had heard the loud banging noise. After a few minutes, an odd burning smell filled the room. At this point Phoebe became concerned and went to the communicator on the wall and said, "Mistress Laura."

There was no reply however, even though Phoebe repeated herself several times. "It must be dead," said Lisa.

By this time the burning smell had grown significantly and Lisa, Candy, and Dianna were becoming worried. "I think one of us should go and see what's happening," said Dianna.

"Yes," agreed Lisa. However, they were all reluctant to leave the recreation area. Although the room had no doors, all the slaves knew it was forbidden to walk about the dungeon unescorted. Finally, Phoebe said, "I'll go. After all, Laura tasked me with taking care of you."

With that, she got up and walked over to the entrance and looked out. The corridor was empty, but slightly hazy. Looking back in the room she said, "If I'm not back in five minutes, I suggest you try and find your way out together." With that, she stepped out into the corridor and headed in the direction of the noise they had heard a few minutes before.

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The area on the other side of the door they had cut open was almost the exact opposite of where they had been. Its corridors were brightly lit and the floor, ceiling, and walls were smooth and shiny. Instead of dull black and gray, all the surfaces were white, and the air had a cool and antiseptic quality. It reminded Erin of the old fashioned hospitals she had seen in vids from the past. Erin and Kelly had followed their map, taking the first branching corridor to their right. About fifty feet from the turn lay their destination, the new infirmary or 'lab' as they had called it.

The architectural plans had been accurate and the lab was in the exact area indicated on their map. Large windows broke the otherwise seamless walls and revealed the interior of the room. It was lined with equipment and supplies and two examining tables surrounded by more instruments in the center. The entrance was unlocked and the room unoccupied much to Kelly and Erin's relief. Their plan was simple. Erin would record the room for later review while Kelly made a copy of the records stored on the computing system.

Cathy had written a program for this purpose and installed it in a small electronic device that Kelly carried in her jumpsuit. Copying the records was straight-forward; reading them was another matter. Cathy had assured Erin that the program would accurately copy the information stored in the system. She had not been as sanguine about reading the recorded data. "Most likely it's protected. Defeating the protections might prove difficult, if not impossible," she had warned.

Well, that's a problem for another day, thought Erin. For now, they needed to capture the data and get back without getting caught. Both women therefore proceeded directly into the lab and to their assigned task. The time required was minimal and within two minutes of entering the lab they were done.

"Finished?" said Erin.

"Yes," said Kelly, removing the recording device from the panel where she had inserted it. "Let's go."

As the two women turned to leave the room they were startled by a tall slim brown haired woman dressed in a short white tunic standing at the entrance. The woman looked just as surprised at seeing Erin and Kelly as they were at seeing her. With downcast eyes the woman meekly said, "Mistress, we heard a loud noise and there was an odd smell, like something burning. I tried to call you, but there was no reply. I was worried. Please forgive me for leaving the recreation area."

Erin and Kelly looked at each other surprised at being addressed as 'Mistress'. The woman was clearly a slave and Erin was interested by her use of the word 'we'. She must be the duty slave assigned to watch and care for the diapered slaves, Erin realized. "What is your name?" asked Erin.

"Phoebe, Mistress," replied the slave.

"Where are the others?"

"In the recreation room Mistress."

"Take us there," said Erin.

"Yes Mistress," replied Phoebe turning and walking down the corridor.

Phoebe led Erin and Kelly in the opposite direction, away from where they had come. She had been surprised to see Erin and Kelly in the infirmary since she had never seen Alex or Laura in the room without Anne or Manuela present. Even more surprising was that she did not recognize either woman. Phoebe knew all of the women on Alex's staff and she had never seen Erin or Kelly before. Nevertheless, her conditioning was such that she dared not question someone who was clearly not a slave, especially someone dressed as they were. Phoebe therefore led Erin and Kelly directly to the recreation room.

Upon reaching the recreation room, Phoebe walked through the entrance followed by Erin and Kelly. The latter two were stopped dead in their tracks by what they saw inside. Erin immediately recognized her former assistant, Lisa, and April's assistant Candy. A third woman, a young girl in diapers, stood quietly conversing with them. All three stopped talking immediately when Erin and Kelly entered the room and stood with eyes downcast, looking at the floor.

Although Erin did not know the young diapered slave, she realized that she must be Dianna, Zax's most recent acquisition. However, Erin did little more than glance at her. Her full attention was riveted to Lisa and Candy. For several moments, Erin stood in stunned silence, her mind refusing to process the information being supplied by her eyes. Unable to believe what she was seeing, Erin's first thought was that both women had become grotesquely obese. The proportions however were all wrong, since the additional 'weight' was concentrated almost exclusively in the stomach area. Memories from long forgotten biology classes started to surface in Erin's mind, and just as full comprehension to what she was seeing was starting to form in her mind Kelly said, "My god, Erin! Their...their..."