I blink as I stare at the clock on the VCR perched just under the hotel room’s television set. Shit. How did I not notice a damned hour going by?! Was I really having that much fun? That was just… So irresponsible! I said I’d protect Dust, even if She said that I didn’t have to, that us being taken was the point! I shouldn’t have let my guard down, I should have…
Well, no time to worry about that now, Dust is in there, and she’s probably in trouble. I step over to the door leading into the bathroom before knocking and calling out. “Dust? You must be a prune by now!” This way, at least I don’t look like an idiot if I bust the door down. I’ll give her a chance to call out, to tell me that I’m just being a silly silver idiot or something. Maybe she really is filled with that Dust and it takes a long time to get clean or something, who knows? Best case scenario she’s perfectly safe and fine and healthy and well and not pruned, but I’m not used to having the best case scenario to work with.
There’s no answer. The only sound that I can hear through the door is the sound of running water, and there’s a definite smell hanging in the air… Maybe it’s soap, but…
No, there’s no time to think or try to puzzle out the what’s or whys. If Dust had said something, muttered even a “go away” I might be able to calm down, but no, this isn’t good. I check the door to see if it’s locked though before giving into the urge to slam it open with my shoulder. I’ve never really had an excuse to do that, so… Sadly, or luckily rather, the door is unlocked so I fling it open.
As the door opens I’m shocked by the slightly pin tinted steam that rolls out of the shower… The smell of candy, memories of carnivals and pony rides… Through the steam and the shower curtain I can see a pale figure, limp and silhouetted in the steam, black hair contrasting so very jarringly and her mouth is moving, but over the roar of the water I can’t make it out… It has to be Dust. This steam, has to be because of Pink…
I can’t help but stare as I take in that smell and gasp, stepping back for a moment to try and clear my head. I know the kind of effect Pink can have on a person and this is no time to be feeling all pinked up. My memory of my fun with Pink isn’t at all distorted now, I know what I have o be careful of… I bite my lip as I dash to try and just grab her out of the shower, pull her out into the main room of the suite and dry her off as best as I can. “Pink?!”
There’s no answer from anywhere as that water just keeps pounding down on Dust’s surprisingly small, pale body and that dark matted hair. All of that water is pink and… Her lips just keep moving, and she might be wearing something on her ears, some kind of headphones. The water feels good as I grab Dust out, the smell is so nice but… This is not a time to relax. I can resist the temptation this once.
What the hell did I do in a past life to earn this? A stream of obscenities flow out of my mouth in English, Spanish, and French, the three languages I can actually swear in fairly well. I pull Dust out of the bathroom, not caring if that water drips everywhere or not as I throw a couple of towels at the mindless girls and scream for them to dry her off. With a shaky hand that leads me to realize my whole body is shaking in absolute horror I pull off those headphones, or whatever, needing to hear what Dust has been listening to… “Oh gods…”
They’re definitely some sort of headphones, and those towels are starting to soak up all kinds of pink off of Dust’s creamy white body.
From the headphones a high pitched ditzy voice on the other end just keeps repeating the same line over and over and over. “You’re just a mindless little ditz!” Each time it’s followed by a loud giggle. I glance back into the bathroom, almost afraid I’ll have triggered some sort of alarm and on the mirror someone’s used pink lipstick to write on the mirror. It says “Hugs and kisses” and next to it a little winking face is drawn… This is too much! This just can’t be right!
Screaming I break the headphones in a fit of rage. I try to just bend them in half but they won’t snap, so I smash them against the wall for what feels like an eternity as I try not to sob, try not to keep screaming every possible vulgarity that I’ve ever heard but this moment feels like it calls for it. Before long I am sobbing, and the mirror… I want to break it with a punch but I can’t afford to have a hand filled with shards of glass, not now, not when Dust needs me more than anyone has ever needed me. I grab the first thing I see near the sink, a plastic container of liquid soap, and smash it into the mirror. It takes a long time for it to shatter apart, but it feels so satisfying, it gives me some feeling of control in this beyond horrible situation.
I try to just take long, slow, and deep breaths to calm down and think logically but it just isn’t happening. This is just too frightening. After smashing on the wood behind the mirror I move back out to Dust and have the four girls help me get her on the bed before I very softly stroke her cheek. Poor little Dust… “Oh dear… Oh gods…! I’m so sorry…!”
She doesn’t seem to hear me though, or she doesn’t care. She just keeps mouthing those words, saying them over and over again in a very soft little voice. “I’m just a mindless little ditz!” She’s even trying to imitate that giggle with a very soft little giggly laugh after each time she speaks out that line, sprawling out on the bed as she wiggles, giggles, and speaks.
“Stop it… Stop it… Stop it!” I form a silvery spark on my lips and very faintly kiss Dust’s ear with it before whispering my own mantra. “You’re not a mindless little ditz…”
Dust doesn’t even twitch as the spark enters her, but her eyes shoot open very wide and a smile spreads across her face as she manages her own very high pitched giggle in a voice I’ve never heard Dust use before. It’s like I’m seeing Dust with her own body acting like she’s been regressed back to five years old! It’s frightening, scary… “Wha?” She speaks a little bit more but her voice is still ditzy and high pitched as she watches me, tilting her head just a bit in a curious sort of way.
“Honey, you, you’re not, you’re not a mindless ditz!” I whimper as I try to stop crying, try to stop my eyes from getting misted so that I can focus on helping Dust and save her. I have to save her! “You’re so, so, so much more than that, please, please sweetie snap out of it…!”
“Silver… Don’t be so… Angsty!” She giggles again and suddenly she’s pulled me down onto the bed and she’s on top of me, her mouth on mine and that chalky taste of her dusty mouth is almost overwhelming. “Gotta relax. Let things go.” Her chalky tastes is marred by that taste of pink and candy, but it doesn’t make it worse, it only makes it better, even though I wish it wouldn’t.
I’m completely off guard and that taste, that kiss, I could just melt into it, melt into her, and that’s dangerous, that’s bad, that’s very bad! I send another spark from my lips into hers as I shiver and squirm, trying to pull away. “Don’t, please don’t…!”
She only lightly twitches at the spark and only once, before two of her fingers plunge into my mouth. “Remember sucky?” She giggles, wiggling those fingers in my mouth. “You liked that.”
It’s impossible, but I still have to try, I still have to try to resist. I know I liked it, I loved it, I wish I could have that again right now, but I can’t, I can’t… I reach up and try to pull her hand away, her fingers out of my mouth. I have to try and resist all of this, but it’s so difficult to manage, and I know if I fail… That orange haired woman will have us both, and there’s no way I’ll escape again, however I did before… We’ll both be hers… I’ll never see The Lady again… “Sh’op…”
“Sucky-sucky silver ditz, sucky-sucky…” She forces me onto my back, down, straddling me and pressing close to stop me from even being able to squirm much. She’s stronger than I thought and I can’t even get her hand to budge. Her lips are actually a normal color for once, but so pale that I’m not surprised she always wears lipstick… Her hair is still matted down and soaking wet, and her eyes are so wide, those eyes echoing the laugher that spills forth from her lips.
Tears fill my eyes as I try to fight away with all of my strength, arching and bucking my hips to try to get her off of me as I whimper, feeling my mouth start to suck even if I don’t want to… At least if I melt, I might not need to cry, this might not be so horrible… I keep suckling, just like before, but only for a moment before I start to press sparks into her fingers, but I’m already feeling itchy and dusty deeper and deeper by the moment.
“No.” Her voice is surprisingly forceful, so very frightening given the situation. “No more sparkles. Only sucky, hard. Sucky hard.” It’s just like before, only more, incredibly more, and my mouth is already numb with that chalky taste and the candy undertone.
I groan around those fingers but just keep suckling, stopping the sparks… Why won’t they work…?! They’re all I have, all I’ve ever really been able to do… My light crying turns back into sobs as I stare up at Dust’s eyes pleadingly as I can as I keep sucking harder and harder… Nothing else is doing anything, that numb itching is already spreading through me, there’s no way I can resist if she can resist my sparks… She’s even stronger than I am…
“Sucky-sucky ditzy silver…” She giggles and her eyes hood as she arches against me, moaning as her fingers press deeper into my mouth. She seems to love it just as much as I do even if I don’t want to, and I can feel that dust filling me up, my whole body tastes and feels like chalk and candy and everything…
My own voice moans out around those fingers as I press into that ditz as she presses into me. She’s not Dust… Dust would never ever act like this… I keep sucking, feeling myself feel with that candy chalk. My mind is already feeling slowed. There’s no way out of this, I can just hope that it all ends soon, that I just fade into nothingness, or maybe wake back up in Her office and apologize for failing before breaking down into even louder tears…
“Sucky sucky feels good…” She giggles as she talks, and it feels so nice. My lips around her fingers feel so glorified, ands that feeling spreads out from my mouth, pure bliss, pure ecstasy, and mind numbing joy as my system is being flooded, the harder I suck, the better it feels, and I can’t resist that by now…
I groan out as that feeling starts to spread as I just keep sucking harder, more, wanting more as my eyes glaze and the tears start to stop. That pure feeling as it spreads just feels so good… This feels so much better than worrying, it’s bliss, and I can feel my mind’s ability to think fading from importance as I just stay latched onto those two fingers.
From nowhere, because Dust still isn’t wearing any clothing on any of that lovely creamy body, she holds up something, it’s another pair of headphones. It’s hard to make out what she’s saying through all of this haze, the bliss still keeps spreading, down my spine, up to my head, over my legs, over each little part of my body as it tingles and itches in such a damned good way as something fits snugly over my ears but it doesn’t matter. It feels too good to matter. Everything feels too good to matter.
Shuddering, pressing into that sweet feeling I can almost feel myself purr as that feeling arcs it’s way down my spine, all through me and it feel so perfect. I just want someone to scratch that itch as I close my eyes. My hands fall off of Dust’s wrists and start to slowly scratch over myself, all I want to do is scratch that itch, I don’t care what’s on my ears…
My recording isn’t the same as Dust’s though… All it is, is the soft echoing sound of someone in high heels walking down a hallway… It’s almost nothing… But it’s everything…
I gasp, and shudder softly at that clicking, that echoing sound, trying to focus on it with what little mind power I have left. I’m so curious, so… Such a familiar little sound, and even more than that it sounds so very important, so very special, so very meaningful.
It’s as if my mind was taped together, like pieces of ice wrapped up together in tape, an ice berg, but those clicks are like cracks, and my mind starts to crack from the inside out. It spreads, branching like a tree, thousand soft little cracks forming every little way as I resume sucking on Dust’s fingers, and each click is like a sledgehammer driving a spike deeper and deeper right into the core of my mind, shattering me apart from the inside out.
I moan out again around those fingers, sucking harder and harder as I feel my mind shattering apart, falling apart, turning into little pieces… I don’t know what I can do, I’m already becoming so fragmented, so… Already it was hard to think just being dusty, but now my mind is breaking apart… All over again.
Then, as the clicking, sucking, everything, so many cracks… The heels stop clicking in the recording and I can just imagine the woman in them, exactly how she looked, tight clothes hugging her hips, the curve of her body, her arms… That woman staring at me, her head tilted back… And then the laugh, my mind shattering apart that last little bit, so much better than the mirror I tried to break, breaking with that laugh…
Shuddering, sucking, so many cracks and then they all fall apart, just thinking of that woman, every little bit, there’s no chance to even try or want to resist, and I don’t think I would if I could. All I can do is shatter, break, fall apart… My mind shatters and breaks apart, gone, lost…