It could be minutes or hours or days when reality comes back into focus from the void that was created so deep in my head. Everything is much more clear now. It doesn’t matter quite how long it was though, because I was with her. Now I can feel the lower case go back to an upper case though, and maybe it only feels good because I know if she strolled into the room I’d go right back in less than a moment.
After a moment or two of blinking I realize that I’m back in the reception room with Pink watching me ever so attentively. Her eyes don’t look vacant like they did before, and that makes me smile more than just a little. I helped snap Pink’s mind back into place. I feel more than a little proud about that?
“Were things good?” Pinks leans a bit closer for a moment as she asks. For just a moment I think about it and I can feel a burrowing, fuzzy sort of warmth that tells me that things went very good, and the more I focus on it the more that it reminds me of everything that we talked about, and it helps make everything make more sense. The warmth reminds me that I don’t have to forget. That I was who I was, and now I am who I am. She owns me, mind, body, and soul. I signed it away. It’s like breathing. Being owned, I don’t have to worry about that. I’ll live here, and I’ll do the jobs they tell me to do. The rest of my life is mine, unless She wants something, and She always gets what She wants… That’s all of my purpose.
I shiver as I feel all of that click into place and feeling just perfectly right in my head as I nod just a little bit. “Things… Things went good.” I shake my head just a little bit to clear my head from all of the fuzziness. It feels good, but it is very, very distracting. I accept it all, I know it all, but it still is disorienting. “Umm… Pink, is Windy or Dust free?”
“Dust would probably be overjoyed to see you, regardless of how free she is. Want her room location or for me to call her?” Pink is so bright and cheery when she’s thoughtful. Sure, there was a cuteness to her utter mindlessness, but I think this is cuter.
“Why would she be so happy…? Well umm… Room location would be nice. I’d love to actually surprise her for once…” Smiling just a bit more I let myself laugh just a bit. “Thanks a lot, Pink.” Those bright eyes and those cute giggles just seem so much cuter when there’s some thoughts going on behind them. She hands over a piece of paper the size of a sticky note with Dust‘s room number listed on it and smiles even more. “Have fun.”
Nodding I grab up the card and giggle just a faint little bit. “You too hun, you too…” With another of my patented cute waves I start to step off to find Dust, feeling just a little bit embarrassed at having threatened The Lady with a spark. After all, I gave myself to her on paper, that means a lot, it really does. I read at the note and see that Dust’s apartment is a couple of floors below mine down on room seventy one.
All of the floors besides the bottom and the top seem to be the same, because we both have the same room number, just on a different floor. I smile more by the moment as each little new thing about my new life just keeps feeling better and better. It all just makes perfect sense, really. I feel embarrassed for ever having thought anything differently.
When I get to Dust’s door I knock a couple of times on the door and wait for a response. A very muffled voice calls out “come in” from inside, and when I try the door it’s not locked. There are a lot of reasons why the voice could be muffled, and all of them make me pretty curious. Either way, I open the door up wide and take a step in. For a moment it’s all just dark. There aren’t any lights on in the room and that chalky taste rams into me though not all of that much dust flies onto me. It’s pretty hard to see, but that familiar taste makes me smile as I close the door behind me and step a little bit farther in. “Dust…?”
As I step in my feet kick up dust from the floor and it swirls through the air. The dust is so much thicker than it was when I woke up in my room this morning. It’s everywhere and that dust is swirling which makes the room that much darker. “Mmm? Is that you Silver?” The same voice from before calls out and now I can tell why the voice was muffled through the door. The dust is so thick it’s even quieting sound! Walking through the dust is even just a little bit more difficult than usual, it’s like walking in water.
Very carefully I keep walking towards the voice even though it’s pretty hard to see. Is this what any room gets like when Dust is in it long enough? I hold out my fingertips just like the first time I showed my fingers with sparks in them to light up the room, very careful not to make them too bright. I don’t want to hurt Dust’s eyes. “Uh-huh, Silver, that’s me.
As the light grows brighter I can see the room a little bit better but the dust is still obscuring so much. Dust is kneeling, and brushing at something but I can’t quite tell. Whatever it is, it’s near the ground. Maybe she’s… oh. I can just barely see even as I step closer, but apparently she’s brushing at someone’s hair. The closer I get the easier it is for me to tell that it’s Windy, that doctor in the lab coat, only her coat is no where to be seen. She’s pretty hard to see though, surrounded and covered in dust, slumped back with her head lulled to the side and her eyes just barely open and looking so very lost as her mouth hangs open, but it’s Dust who speaks. “Didn’t expect you by…”
“Neither did I… but after I was done with The Lady I thought I owed you a little visit…” Slowly my eyes focus more in the dim light and I focus their attention on dust. “Hmm, so I see why she didn’t want to tell you personally… But regardless, I insisted… You’re not going to steal my pillow, are you?” Even if making her a pillow was out of character, pouting about her stealing my pillow is not.
“What do you mean?” She doesn’t even look up from Windy, she just tilts the girl’s head and holding up a mound of dust she pours it into the girl’s ear and it just keeps pouring an impossible amount, and it looks like there’s no way that dust could ever fit inside of the space of a human skull but somehow it does.
At least it’s a very interesting sight to watch. I sort of wondered what it was like to watch Dust at work with someone else. “Oh, nothing… Nothing at all. I … hope I’m not interrupting.” Very carefully I step just a little bit closer and smile just a bit more.
“No, no not at all.” Her voice still sounds muffled, but then again so did mine. This dust is really good at dampening sound and as that dust keeps pouring into her ea she just keeps gasping, her mouth twitching, but she isn’t really moving all that much or very well which isn’t too surprising. With that much dust in my head I imagine I find it pretty hard to move, too.
“I wondered how that looked, you know. It looks very sweet. She makes such adorable sounds…” I step a little bit closer, fully intending to stay just a bit away and watch. “You mind if I ask you something unrelated, or should I just let you do your thing…?”
Dust turns towards me grinning still with those dark black lips as she just keeps on letting more and more of that dust slide into the moaning girl’s ear. “Dirtying a woman’s mind is fun, but it doesn’t take much effort. Ask anything you want.”
“Well… I suppose I have a couple of questions.” I watch and listen to that girl moan as that hand just keeps pouring more and more. It’s beyond amazing, but then again most people would be pretty surprised by a girl spontaneously creating silver lights at the tips of her fingers, so… “First I guess is… Did you do something stupid to The Lady like I did? The second, would be asking just how your power works anyway? If you don’t mind telling me that is. A lot of people don’t like going into detail about just what they can do.”
She just doesn’t stop pouring in that dust, and it just keeps moving faster and faster which after awhile is just unbelievable. “Something stupid to her? What did you do?” She looks back at Windy again and it just keeps flowing, and those moans get louder. “And, you first.”
I watch those moans and it’s in a way I’ve never watched another person before. I’m not doing anything, but I’m just standing here and watching it. I don’t quite feel right doing this, and the silly ideas of taking advantage of the situation feel so strange. “You know… Try and use your powers on her. I was going to umm… Sort of overload her for a little bit.
“Ah. Well, I’d rather not talk about what happened when I was in there. It’s not something I like talking about…” Even through the muffling dust I can tell that she’s muttering and that dust is just, it’s impossible that it’s falling so fast, and it’s even falling around her ear more than just a little bit with how fast it’s moving. Windy is wiggling, writhing, and squirming and those sounds are getting louder by the moment. “So, tell me about how your own powers and how they work.”
Whether its right to think or not, I almost wish that I’d done more with Windy when I had the chance, but I hadn’t wanted to go too far or… Right now that seems like a really stupid thought. “Well…” I slowly move one spark away from my finger to push it into Windy’s lips to spread out tendrils of that silver touch. “I’m not sure how it works, but by touch, or my lights, I can cause at least sensation, and overload… Though I’m betting with more practice…”
“With more practice?” Dust frowns as she mutters out again and Windy moans in a different sort of way as that dust keeps pouring.
“Well… I never… Tried using them like this before. I felt a little but guilty using my powers on other people. I hope with time I might get a little bit better with my powers.” I force my smile to get a little bit bigger as I twirl a sparkling light at the edge of my fingertip. “Well, I told you…”
Dust nods and starts to turn back to me as she just keeps pushing that dust into the woman squirming below her hand. “Well, it’s pretty much like you’d expect. I can make… Well it isn’t really dust. I mean it’s much nicer, and it never gets on me.” She nods just a little bit, and she is ever so clean even if I’m starting to get more than a little dusty. “I can turn into it, literally dissolve into it and move through things. That kind of stuff. It’s pretty basic.” She shrugs and it all sounds pretty matter-of-factly coming from her.
I can feel it on me more by the moment but however tempted I am I don’t scoop any up with my tongue. “Aaah… I supposed something like that, but I didn’t want to assume. After all, you didn’t see me with any of my lights so you must have had no way to know what I could do.” I smile just a bit. “Please tell me what happened with her?”
Dust squints as she watches the spark on my fingertip. “That’s true. I really had no idea what your power is. Or well was. I know now I guess. And her? Well me and her are just having a little fun aren’t we?” Windy mumbles something in response but I can barely even hear her talking, but she doesn’t sound unhappy…
Laughing just a bit I tip my head and shake it ever so slightly. “I didn’t mean her… I meant… Oh whatever, if you don’t want to tell me…” I let that little spark dance a bit, but just in a dull little bouncing pattern.
Still dusting the other girl, Dust watches my spark and raises an eyebrow. “I know what you meant, about the same that happened to you I cam imagine. She is fun isn’t she.” The way she says she is as if she’s talking about both The Lady and Windy at the same time, but something about that just seems so beyond bizarre.
I just nod and make the light stop dancing. “Yeah… They’re both plenty fun.” To be honest I’m not sure which of them is more fun. For now I’ll just call Windy because it’s easier to remember my fun with her.
The dust starts to darken slightly and that poor girl’s back starts to arch. What seemed like it was going to be another moan goes silent and it sounds like she’s trying to moan so loud her voice cracks. A sight that pretty makes me squirm in all sorts of ways as I bite my lip for just a moment. “Is that what you did to me…?”
“Oh no. This is something very different.” Windy’s strangled sound continues as her back arches more and her body is obviously struggling to try and arch more as that dust keeps tumbling off and that darker dust keeps falling in and over her. Her eyes close, and then open again, but they look just a bit more gray. “This…” In less than a moment the dust in the room starts to get thicker, and with each little blink of My eyes the color of the room keeps fading more and more, slowly graying. Even breathing feels like I’m standing in molasses. “This is what I’m going to do to you.”
Even as I try to squirm and shift to feel a bit more free, and to get more comfortable, this air is just so thick. I feel so cramped in. I stare at Dust and squirm a little bit more as squirm just a bit. “You just… Take what you want…” I breathe in and out, trying to breath more and more deeply to try and calm down and just settle into that colorlessness. It’s so gray and gray is so close to silver. I know I can’t struggle already. “You don’t feel bad at all, do you…?”
No. No, I don’t. Why should I?” The way she says it is as if her acting like this is just the most common thing in the world. “It’s not very often two beautiful women walk into this particular web… Strands all about to wrap yourself in. You walked into the parlor. No one made you come.” She grins, and those lips and that hair, so dark, seem to blend into that darkness as her milky pale skin almost seems to glow. “And it’s the prettiest parlor you ever did spy.”
All I feel like I can do is watch as that skin glows and shiver with a sound that in the muffled air sounds something like a mew. “I don’t think you should feel guilty… I’m just curious…” This is all just so odd, but it is just so… Maybe I’m just starting to get accustomed to this as my breathing gets calmer and I just keep trying to relax. “You’re prettier than the parlor…”
“Am I?” Dust’s mouth moves but I can’t even hear her speak, not at all. The girl laying below her is still arched and her eyes are just so empty, dead, so light and colorless, but they still seem so full of something.
I know if I can’t hear her than Dust won’t be able to hear me, though for a moment I am curious. I mouth out a “yes” and nod slowly, wondering if her head is that full of dust that it can be seen through her eyes.
“It settles over you faster if you’re laying down.” She just mouths it again, but those words just somehow seem to float, dying somewhere half way between her lips and my ears, but I can still make it out just enough. Windy’s eyes are just so gray, and she finally stops shaking and arching, and lays even limper than a rag doll and Dust is still pouring more of that chalky powdery dust into her ear.
A small part of me knows that I shouldn’t do this, that I should just run away or something, but I know that this doesn’t really matter. The Lady owns me, but she also owns Dust. This is just a little bit of fun, and I really don’t feel like denying myself any fun. There’s really just no reason. Dusty fun is fun, that’s all there is to it. With a little bit of a nod I slowly lower myself down and then lay back, closing my eyes and just letting myself feel and hear that dust move, trying to focus on everything but the floor beneath me. “Faster is good…”
“Neither of you will be thinking at all for a few days, and after that you’re going to help me get Pink in here. I’ve never even managed to get alone with her in an elevator before.” I can’t see it, but for some reason I can just imagine a tongue sliding out along those black lips, and my eyes slowly open to watch that lovely pale skin as she still keeps pouring in more of that dust.
“I think I can…” It’s so hard to whisper it out, and the dust is everywhere so I know it will barely make sense. It barely even makes sense in my head. The only thing that I’m sure of is that soon my head is going to be full of delicious dust. I can just imagine my head empty of anything but that dust or whatever it really is.
In a very simple voice Dust responds. “No thinking, but finish what you were going to say. You won’t be talking much in the next few days.” The air just keeps thickening, and Dust wipes her hands off in a gesture that looks a bit strange.
“I think I can… I’ve wormed my way into Pink’s mind…” After I whisper that out though I try to just let go. No thinking could be very nice, and some time with no thoughts could help me adapt to my new living situation even easier.
All of that lovely creamy skin and dark hair and lips moves in front of me and everything around her is swirling gray. I can feel the dust piling up around me. “That’s very interesting. Why did you do that?” I watch all of that dust as it moves, swirling and piling, and smile sweetly though I can feel that it’s at least a bit vacant with all of that dust that’s already everywhere. “I… It didn’t seem right to see her so empty… I wanted to help her. Windy seemed like she enjoyed it so much, and I wanted to do it, so…”
“Oh, you’re a little different than I pictured you. Such a… Mmm… Well we’ll have plenty of time to talk, afterwards…” Her hands reach forward and tilt my head to the side and before long I can feel that pure bliss start to pour into my ear and it just feels so damned wonderful. I moan out and squirm just a bit. It feels almost like honey is being poured over my mind, dripping so warm and incasing it, slicking all around it until my mind turns to the same honey it’s coated with before something even better slides in and sticks into it, filling my head as it just keeps building up over and over again.
There’s little I can do but moan, just squirming and moaning as I can feel my mind turning so gooey. It feels so good and all I want is more as long as Dust wants to give it. There isn’t even a mind in my head anymore, it’s just gooey and sticky and when the dust finally starts pouring in… Oh it soaks up all of the goo, so damned thick, dark, pure… My head feels just so dirty. I would revel in it if I could, so instead I just writhe and arch, squirming and arching to that dusty feeling, it feels so good to have a dirty mind.
Something laughs as dust turns to dust, and I fade into that dust right along with everything else…