Slave
Voices
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style='font-size:10.0pt'>A/N – My excuse for my lateness this time? I moved
house and didn’t have the Internet for a few weeks. Sorry ‘bout that folks, but
hey – at least the next chapter is here for you now!
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style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> What
have I done?
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> Bulma’s
brain refused to understand what she had done at first; it kept her safely
within a haze of sleep. She couldn’t comprehend, as she looked down at
Ilandra’s sleeping form, how the princess’ pale limbs had become entangled in
her own. Nor was the blue haired beauty able to make sense of why
Ilandra should be sleeping in the same bed as her – let alone sleeping naked
in the same bed as her!
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> Bulma
Briefs lay back down, feeling foggy and confused. She idly played with a few
strands of her hair, twining them around her fingers as she fought hard to
remember what had gone on. The memories eluded her, seeming to slip from her
fingers like ghosts the moment she thought she’d caught on. The mere fact that
she was having such a hard time remember was enough to give Bulma a very, very
bad feeling that something bad had taken place.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> Yet…she
had trouble believing that Ilandra was capable of causing her harm. The demi
ice-jin had saved her! She’d taken her away from Vegeta and all the
nastiness he was performing upon her! Why would she go through all the trouble
of snatching Bulma from the hands of the saiyan prince only to hurt her? It was
sheer madness to even think that the lavender haired woman was capable of
hurting her!
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> Indeed,
the very through of Ilandra was sending not entirely un-pleasurable shivers up
and down Bulma’s spine…
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as cold as winter skies snapped open again as Bulma inadvertently stumbled upon
her memories of the previous night. They rushed upon her like an unstoppable force,
rolling and submerging her in their vividness and eroticism. Scene after scene
of the unbridled lustful activities she had partook in swept over her,
snatching her breath away and forcing her to almost re-live the entire
night.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “What
have I done?”
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> This
time Bulma spoke aloud. She groaned almost inaudibly and rolled over,
burying her head in her pillow as shame swept over her. What the hell was she
supposed to do now? Did this mean she was gay? Was Ilandra going to expect this
to happen a lot? Oh god! Had she really said she loved Ilandra? What was
wrong with her! Was she that weak willed that she was going to fall into bed
with everyone who showed even the smallest amount of dominance over her? Good
Kami! How was she supposed to get out of this one? She couldn’t possible face
Ilandra after what she’d down last night!
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> So
you gave head to anothomanoman? So what? A nasty little voice spoke up
slyly from deep within Bulma. You enjoyed it didn’t you? Why the morning
after panic?
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was…I didn’t mean too…” Bulma tried to justify herself to the little voice
aloud.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> Na-ah-ah!
No lies, Bulma! You can lie to everyone else as much as you like, but I’m
ALWAYS going to know the truth about you! I know that you LIKED what Vegeta did
to you and I know that you LIKED what Ilandra did to you! You’re nothing but a
dirty, filthy WHORE!
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “No!
I’m not like that! I was pretending! I didn’t like Vegeta! I’m not going to
listen to you!” Her voice rose in pitch and her eyes took on a frenzied look as
she tried to spot the source of the voice. Unable to, she merely buried her
head in her pillow and tried to shut it out as it continued to antagonize her,
whimpering slightly as the voice continued to speak the things Bulma didn’t
want to hear.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> What
did I tell you about lying to yourself, Hmmm? The sooner that you admit
that you wanted what they gave you the better off you’re going to be. I was
there for ALL of it Bulma! I was there when you were moaning like a slut while
Vegeta fucked you, and I was there last night while you let Ilandra do what she
liked with Fac Face it – you like being treated like nothing!
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “Ilandra
did not treat me like NOTHING!” Bulma screamed frantically, clutching at her
head as her voice rose to a shriek and startled Ilandra awake…
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style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> Ilandra
jerked awake with a start, and for a second the princess’ brain also refused to
make sense of what was happening around her…then her garnet eyes focused with
crystalline clarity on Bulma, who cowered in the middle of the bed with terror
written across every line of her body.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “Bulma?
What’s wrong?” Ilandra immediately sat up, concerned, and started moving
towards her lover with one hand outstretched towards her. Bulma however, merely
shrieked louder and sobbed with more vigor, seeming to collapse inwards on
herself with each gut-wrenching sob.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “Make
it stop, make it stop!”
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> Ilandra
could hear the almost inaudible plea Bulma was whispering, crying to no-one in
particular as she clutched her head in her hands and attempted to bury herself
in the sheeting. Ilandra scuttled across the bed and managed to wrap one slim
arm around Bulma’s tiny waist before the little human screamed and arched her
back, her body going into spasms as she fought to be free.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “Don’t
touch me! You’re lying! Don’t touch me!” Bulma screamed. Her bizarre cries
amplified by the cavernous room as she continued to thrash.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “Bulma
it’s me! It’s Ilandra!” Ilandra desperately caught Bulma’s face between her
hands and with a swift jerk, forced Bulma’s face close to hers. The younger
girl whimpered and closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to meet Ilandra’s eyes no
matter how sweetly she talked to her. “Please Bulma! I’m not going to hurt
you!” Ilandra pleaded, almost crying with fear.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> What
was wrong with Bulma? Gods! Had she done this to the girl? She hadn’t meant to!
She loved her! She couldn’t have been the one to do this to her!
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “No,
no, no, no!” Bulma slowly opened her eyes; tears trickling freely down her face
as she met Ilandra’s gaze. Their eyes locked and for a millisecond Ilandra
thought that Bulma didn’t realize her, but with a surge of relief Bulma seemed
to recognize whom she was with and her eyes opened wider.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “Ilandra?”
She whimpered softly, her eyes brimming with tears. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
She began to sob in earnest and almost collapsed into Ilandra’s lap, burying
herself in her lovers embrace. “I couldn’t stop listening to her!”
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “Listen
to who?” Ilandra stroked Bulma’s hair with a gentle hand, trembling slightly
with a fear she hadn’t known since she was a little girl. What if Bulma was
still ill? Who had she been listening to?
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “I
don’t know…but I can hear her in my head.” Bulma’s voice grew weaker and she
again dissolved into sobs. “I don’t know who I am anymore! Last night I hated
Vegeta and I had myself convinced that I loathed him and loved you…and now this
morning everything has gone back to the way I felt before.” Tiny though Bulma’s
voice was, Ilandra could still hear every world.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “It’s
okay to feel embarrassed…” She started to say, intending to gentle help Bulma
through what was probablveryvery stressful morning.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “I’m
not embarrassed!” Bulma sat back up, her face blotchy and tear streaked. “I’m
ashamed of what I did! And I just…I just don’t know what’s happening to me.”
She curled closer to Ilandra, seeking protection form her own mind. “What’s
happening to me ‘Landra?” She tentatively wrapped an arm around the lavender
haired woman’s waist and closed her eyes tightly.
style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> “What’s
happening to me?”
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style='mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt'> A/N
– I know this chapter took a long time to get out. I have no excuse. I have
been sick, even had to get a CAT scan I got so bad. But I have medication now
to stop me from getting migraines. I’m still going to get them…but hopefully
I’m not going to be getting them several times a week. Any feedback about what
you think is happening to Bulma is always appreciated! - Lena