Day Two
She was swimming, floating in a sea of arpeggios. The music surrounded and filled her with joy as she flowed forward. The purple stream twisted, delightful sound surging around her in a definite pattern, the rhythm teasing some sort of meaning just beyond her comprehension.
Her mind was racing, but she had very little control, her body not obeying any of her commands. It was almost as though her conscious will was bound inside a silver cage, her mental hands tugging on the gilded bars of her prison.
She went with the flow, letting it carry her softly, bobbing along to the omnipresent beat. It was a happy, contented feeling, all of her fears being bled from her as pure satisfaction tickled her toes.
She breathed deeply, letting a stream of the music flow through her sinuses and into her rebellious brain, deadening her reactions to the strange situation.
In her somnolent state, it took some time for her to realize that she wasn't alone. There were countless figures floating with her in the misty music, thin streams of bright notes linking them together into one whole. They hung together in mid-air, rotating in unison to the tempo of the song that played them all.
The other figures had little definition, their forms covered in body hugging rubber. Some wore yellow, others black, still others red, all of them floating together in the delicious void.
They were indistinct, their faces covered by the outfits they wore, floating humanoid shapes with fully formed breasts clasped in the filmy material, a large stylized 'R' printed in black ink on every chest. The music weaved its way around each figure, bodies caressed and constrained by its melody.
Her hands drifted in front of her without conscious control, each hand and arm encased in the same material as the other figures. It looked strange, but felt perfectly normal.
Bemused, she watched her fingers move and flex in shiny yellow. She started to feel an unnatural kinship with the other figures, apart from her, yet with her.
Somehow she knew that they felt content, the music allowing her to get a sense of satisfaction. They were together, subunits of one purpose, though she didn't understand what that purpose might be.
She was right to be there, a part of something greater, tasting the soothing music as it took her will away. With every breath, she felt calmer, momentary turmoil soothed by the beat as it drained her resistance.
Suddenly, the figures in front of her shifted, twisting to either side, delineating an invisible pathway in the amorphous environment. Another figure moved towards her down an invisible, circular corridor.
This one was encased in a purple outfit, but otherwise looked similar to the other forms, which were now showing some sort of obeisance to the one in purple.
The new figure moved with purpose, streams of music stretching over her body and flowing outwards in every direction, linking her with the others. It didn't take a genius to realize that this might be their leader.
Was she
her
leader, too? The errant thought floated through her mind, but she rejected it. She wouldn't allow herself to be coerced by a formless apparition!
The figure loomed closer, her shiny body now in front of Suzy's. She could see every gleaming inch of the bodysuit that stretched tightly over the figure's generous assets.
The view was rather arousing, her drowsiness fading. She could control this situation. Not even the soothing music would calm her down now.
The blank figure watched Suzy behind the shiny mask that covered her face. She was strangely drawn to the woman, even as her conscious mind was repelled. She stopped herself from leaning closer, the music weaving through the air in a sinuous fashion.
Suddenly, the woman's blank face curved into a smile under the mask, her eyes crinkling open, holes forming in the material. Now she was staring into an eerily familiar face, a dark purple color lighting the deep sockets from within. She was staring into her
own
eyes.
"Who
are
you?" she mouthed, words seeming to have no sound in the misty landscape.
The lips opened, forming a simple word that began to burrow into her mind.
"Obey,"
whispered the figure.
The word was firm and compelling. The walls she had built around her mind were starting to crumble away.
"Obey,"
said the figure again, this time louder.
The other figures floating through the indefinite landscape took up the cry, chanting the word as well. They all clamored for her obedience, the harmony of their cries louder than the music which had infused her soul.
She could feel herself at the tipping point now, so close to giving in. She
couldn't
, though - not now, not
ever
.
She had believed in someone once, but had been burned badly, betrayal turning her loyalty to ashes. She couldn't allow herself to trust like that ever again.
A fiery rage roared within her, rejecting everything. Nobody would
ever
own her soul again. She screamed, letting her frustration boil out of her, her body erupting in flames.
Reality shattered, the figures stuttering their words. The environment cracked, looking like a bad photograph. Pieces of the universe crinkled, disintegrated, blowing away in a nonexistent wind.
Soon, there was nothing left but white ashes dancing through a blackened landscape. She was alone, with no demons or strange music to torture her.
Somehow, this didn't make her feel better. She sat and cried, all alone in a strange land.
Fatigue overtook her. She felt tired of
everything
.
Eventually, once her sadness had ground down to numbness, she woke up.
***
Suzy woke with a gasp, sweat sticking the sheets to her body. Breathing hard, she tossed off the covers and lay back, running her hands through her golden hair.
She hadn't had any nightmares for years, and it seemed strange that she was having new ones now. She had hoped to put the bad memories behind her, or bury them deep enough to stop them from bubbling back up.
Perhaps she was stressed out? Being under pressure at her job, and trying to decide whether to make the leap to another would be enough to make
anyone
have nightmares.
Or maybe it really
was
the old ghosts coming back to haunt her again. It had taken her years to even
begin
to understand the absolute betrayal of her father.
Her mother had taken the easy way out, causing her daughter infinite heartache. Even though there was nothing she could have done to prevent the tragedy, that didn't stop her mind from replaying the horrors in her dreams.
It had taken years of therapy and an iron will to overcome these disasters, gluing the pieces of her soul back together again.
She had faced the same precipice herself once before. In the end, it had been her grandparents who had brought her back from the brink, stepping in when there was no hope left.
They had both been steadfast individuals, their hope for the future and their love for
her
finally breaking her suicidal tendencies. They were getting on in years, but their care was the bedrock she had built her new life on.
She wiped away a tear, the memories making her maudlin. She was idly wondering whether it would be a good idea to give them a call when a loud, screeching racket filled the room.
She hunted for the 'off' button with one hand, groping blindly in the dark room. With a rough lurch, blessed silence finally settled once again over her bedroom.
She blinked her eyes, and looked at the clock. Thinking through all she needed to do today, she cursed. The reports her boss wanted still weren't done, and she had hoped to get into the office early to finish them on time. Apparently, that wasn't going to happen, but if she hurried her daily routine, she'd still be able to save a few precious minutes.
Her mind made up, she jumped out of bed with new energy, scavenging the needed clothing from her dresser on her way to the bathroom. Flinging aside the shower door, she stepped in and turned the water on.
She turned up the heat and let the water flow over her body. It was only at this point that she noticed that she was still wearing the Rankotech bra from the previous evening, the yellow latex clinging tightly to her chest. Befuddled, she traced the big, black 'R' with a finger. Why was she wearing it, and why hadn't she noticed earlier?
Bemused, she watched as one hand continued to touch the shiny material, admiring how
tight
it was. Although this was arousing, underneath she still felt a trace of urgency, her other hand slipping down to grab the bar of soap.
Lathering up, she started caressing her breasts, the soap bubbles streaking across her chest. She needed to be clean, she knew that somehow.
It never once entered her mind that it might be faster to take the bra off before washing, her hands now slipping under the tight outfit to massage the soap directly onto her breasts. She felt
great
, more alive than ever!
It was
so
nice to caress and watch the water dance over her shapely form. She licked her lips, eyes flashing purple as she started to gyrate in the steam, feeling sexy.
It felt really nice, but something was missing. Letting the sensations be her guide, she slipped her left hand below, no longer trying to pretend that she didn't need release.
As a few fingers slipped inside, she thought that she could hear a primal rhythm. It was indistinct and hard to hear, but she knew that she needed to match it.
Pretending to dance, she swayed to the beat, her hands caressing her body as her arousal grew. It was so easy to lose herself in the sensations, letting them direct her actions. Work didn't matter, finances didn't matter, the world didn't matter.
There was nothing but the beat, her hands, and the pleasure. She thought that she was imagining things when the yellow bra constricted, grabbing at her breasts before relaxing again.
It pulsed in time to the beat, the material gripping her in the measured rhythm. The nubs in the cups rubbed her with every movement, her nipples swelling to tight bullets. She was too far gone now to worry about the implications of the situation, the material squeezing her towards a burgeoning climax.
