The depths of the imprisonment continue to unfurl.
A burly, thoughtless drone picked up Ella’s sleeping body at Elowyn’s instruction. Somehow the frail, carried girl had more autonomy than the man trailing the socialite. They moved from their custom dungeon where Vector remained, up to the main estate level, past the path to the huge foyer, and the walled garden where the identity Ella carried as “Subprime” began to erode, the title’s bearer left blissfully unaware. The found themselves in an outdoor hot spring, complete with heated waters that the matronly Parnassus appropriately dressed down for. Telling the male slave, who’s name she never bothered to remember, to stand Ella up, Elowyn undressed the younger woman herself, not trusting the burly man’s interpretation of “undress her softly.” Soon, the man simply stood near the waters, ready to fetch whatever the pair needed.
The sounds of hot springs, not too dissimilar from the sounds of the fountain area that quietly lowered Ella’s defenses, filled her ears again. Elowyn’s whispers cunningly emphasized those disarming sounds of natural tranquility, carrying them into Ella’s core at the fountain, and now as their naked bodies sat next to one another under steamy waters.
“Yes, lovely. Feel how good it feels. Let the sensation rise up in you again. Free yourself to it, follow my voice to it. You want nothing else but this; give yourself the gift of letting go, your body leading your mind once again,”
Nuzzling her lips along the nape of Ella’s neck, the mutual intimacy opened the young woman’s listening mind again.
“I sincerely hope you’re not dreaming of numbers now,” Elowyn giggled and cooed in Ella’s ear, pushing back the matted hair usually kept in a pony tail, ruined by the temperature of the brainwashing pod. Making the supplicant lean into her soft surrender-enabler, Elowyn’s draping arm drew her closer.
“Remember what I said about such numbers; you have no need for them hear. You spend so many waking hours drowning in them, in-control of insurmountable figures, equations, and numbers all wearing you down, wearing you out to the natural conclusion of sleep.”
Drawing upon the first induction used to talk her into her most vulnerable state, Elowyn continued as if it never ended.
“Now is not a waking hour; it is a sleeping one, where if you tried to think of a number, the only one that could come to you is five, the third lowest prime number preceding four, following the second lowest prime number of three, falling away the lowest prime number of two that sinks to the lowest number of one, that falls into the void shaped by an oval border of zero. And just like that, your mind is becomes barren of numbers, a countless state.”
Elowyn felt the full-body shiver of her companion cause ripples on the water’s surface and beneath it. “replace with a fertile ground of flowery bliss. Your own walled garden occupied only by those you allow, your sleeping self and my guiding presence. Such a regal place, owned by a regally-besotted woman, the countess of countless.”
Ella’s eye’s gently blinked open as she’d half-awoken, fully awakening to the installed personality triggered. Her tired body stretched, arching her back as she yawned sleepily, coming back to enough awareness to notice Elowyn next to her, smiling broadly; Ella couldn’t help but give one in return. To the hypnotized woman, virtually no time had passed between being orgasmed into trance and the moment she just woke up.
“And how are we feeling, my dear? Liberated, I hope.”
“So…mmmmm…liberated, happy,” she uttered, the only thing keeping her eyes awake was Elowyn’s bust and rock-hard nipples peeking out of the water. She had no idea how liberated she was from her former master’s control, simply enjoying this temporary state for whatever eternity she could muster; Elowyn giggled at her luck.
“Now I know I promised I would help get numbers off your plagued mind, but I feel the need to share a fascinating history I recently learned about, namely female mathematicians going as far back as the early AD, a rarity that deserves more recognition than history is currently giving them.”
“Oh wow,” was the genuine reaction, still emerging from a bed of drowsiness. “They must…have been… gifted,” she yawned. They both knew she would be sleepwalking through this conversation, no matter the fascinating factoid or tantalizing tease, but both truly preferred it that way.
“Perhaps as gifted as you; one was even credited with contributing to Euclid’s The Elements, a feat for any era. Had it not been for her brutal death, who knows how much more a woman like her would’ve accomplished.”
“What…what happened to her?”
“This unfortunate mathematical scholar was murdered by a Christian mob, the details are gory enough, defied and literally ripped apart, befitting hatred of a woman, let alone an empowered one.”
Sorrow seeped into the Ella’s facial features, bliss keeping her imagination from any reenacting, though Ella could relate at times, her sense of self often ripped apart for the greater good’s sake. Ripped apart by the person she trusted the most, carefully reconstructed, and passively returned to her original form once a mission was completed. It’s what made her time with Elowyn so cherished; nothing was expected of her except to be herself, her honest self dying for rest her whole self enjoyed.
“I hope that look doesn’t reflect commonality with that account,” Elowyn spoke with the tenor of a concerned guardian.
“N-no, it doesn’t….not completely…” honest feelings bubbled to the surface, things she would have held back before, especially to the one she trusted who arguably breached that trust. Rather than press on it, the older woman let her companion expand further.
“It didn’t start out like a violation, I’m not even sure if violation is an accurate word right now. But at the start, it was a curiosity.”
“What kind of curiosity?”
“The first time he described trance to me, while using an abacus, using a simple mathematical tool to imply how what I was supposed to feel would add up. It wasn’t until the 3rd or 4th time he used it did I catch on to what it was doing to me, how I felt like just another bead on a device. It never felt bad, but it never felt good when my concerns were bulldozed over, even if I needed them on some level.”
“The road to hell, and all that,” Elowyn sympathized. “But sometimes hell is just cleverly disguised, and sometimes it’s just blunt. It still ravages my own mind, how any accomplished woman, historical or modern, could meet any end approaching vicious. It has made my own mind drift towards the justice she could dispense if time and retribution, and granted a wrong to be completely righted.”
Temporarily wrapped up in her own feelings of injustice, the words spoken had more bite and bile than expected, something even the dreamy slave next to her noticed. Ella snuggled a little more into Elowyn to comfort her, purring like a cat trying to soothe its owner. Elowyn noticed the effort and stroked her pet with another magically-magnetic touch, allowing another wave of pleasure to silently program who and what she was.
“Talented women like us should stick together, don’t you agree?” Elowyn whispered into her ear, planting the seed that grew into their continued conversation.
***
“A calm mind is controlled, is freed, is mine.”
“A calm mind is controlled, is freed, is mine.”
“A calm mind is controlled, is freed, is mine.”
Richard stayed in deep meditation in his deprivation chamber, not only keeping his hidden spirits high, but also gathering enough strength and inner fortitude to attempt something deeply compartmentalized inside of him as an emergency measure. Every facet of his training gave him deep appreciation for the many arts in the world, and while some garnered more appreciation than others, others crossed dual lines of unethical and useful. The mathematician in him regarded the mystic and paranormal with fear and respect, especially with what he was thinking of employing. And of all the ways he utilized Ella’s talents in the past, he was reluctant to use this on a regular basis. If he could pull it off, this would be only the third time he’s used this in their years of working together.
Within his bunker, he symbolically opened the door to slightly ajar, just enough to extend himself metaphysically through Rimota, translated in his Nepalese art as “remote.” As he correctly guessed at that time, his destination was bright and accessible to his extended self, lit up like a lighthouse bringing a lost soul to shore. The light was the heightened activity of Ella’s body, being driven to orgasm by Elowyn. Metaphysically, the details were sparse of the surroundings, with water and a sense of greenery; Vector cared more about the beaming light of Ella’s stimulated essence, and the stimulating woman next to his assistant. Taking quick advantage, Richard slipped himself into Ella, not dissimilarly from the way Elowyn slipped himself into Richard. But Ella’s mind was like an unguarded, abandoned fort, filled with invading thoughts that regarded him as just another invader. Knowing where to go in Ella’s mind, he activated remote control.
“Mmmmmmm,” Ella moaned after a slight gasp, masking Vector’s insertion. The two women were kissing, stroking their bodies, lustily engaging one another. Richard almost lost himself in Ella in the way Elowyn was stroking the younger slit. An assertive “Ella” leaned in to kiss Elowyn’s collar bone, clumsily at first, then gaining confidence as the kisses lowered, licking the tops of Elowyn’s firm breasts, then trailing up to her face for deep, tongue-laden kissing, interrupting the litany Elowyn was speaking. Ending the kiss, Elowyn slowly continued her words, mind slightly reeling from the kiss. “Ella’s” mouth made it to Elowyn’s ear.
“Thank you Mistress,” she whispered. “Thank you….for…this..liberation,” Vector had to remember her speech might sound broken during a mind fuck.
“Please use…me. Please be…within….mmmmmmmmwithin me….”
As both women were getting close to an unknown number of collective orgasms, Vector pressed on her vulnerabilities.
“Within mmeeeee…..within youuuuuuu….want to be in you…your power…your control…control…in you….”
Lost in over-stimulation, Richard counted on Elowyn appreciating the backwash of submission from her former master, and missing how the younger woman’s voice echoed as they both became slightly hollowed. Even Richard lost himself in what they were doing as another set of mutual orgasms reached its zenith. Needing a great deal of effort to utilize such control, he was pulled back to himself as the women slowly came off their high. Vector couldn’t know for sure the level of success his plan reached, but he was fairly confident in that as Elowyn sought an in deep inside him, he now and his own deep inside her. With any luck, he could begin to capitalize on the situation and find a way out of this sex-crazed hell.
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