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The three figures bounded from one rooftop to another, following a circuitous route back to the Silky Doll just in case any sort of surveillance devices were attempting to track them.
�Wow,� Nene said as she launched once more from a building, �I thought you were done for back there Priss! If Linna hadn�t come to your rescue��
�It was nothing,� Linna said as the city flew by beneath the trio, �She just needed a bit of help was all, and��
�No,� Priss interrupted, her voice grim. �It wasn�t �Nothing.� Nene�s right, I was stupid and almost got harpooned for it. The only reason I�m not breathing through a big hole in my chest right now is that you were there,� she said, turning to the green Knight Saber.
�Girls,� an authoritative voice now came over their suit intercoms, �Status report.�
�Two miles from the nest Sylia,� Nene responded, �Should be landing soon.�
A short time later, the three Knight Sabers were back at the Silky Doll. After allowing their suits to flow off themselves, Nene, Linna and Priss quickly went to their lockers to get dressed. Sylia came in, only to be almost tackled by Nene rushing out of the changing room. �Nene��
�Sorry Sylia,� the blonde called back as she hurried for the elevator, �But Mackie and I had plans for tonight, and if I hurry the two of us can still make it.� The elevator doors opens, and she stepped in to ascend to ground level.
Sylia now turned to Linna, who was resting her tan purse on her shoulder, and Priss, putting her ever-present leather biker jacket on. The leader of the Knight Sabers had known of their relationship for months now of course, but had never thought it any of her business until earlier today.
When she saw the red welts across Linna�s rear.
�Linna,� she said as the young office lady was getting on the elevator with Priss, �You and I need to have a talk.�
�We do?� the brunette asked, �About what?�
�We�ll discuss that when the time comes,� Sylia said as she crossed her arms and gave her most assertive commanding look, �When will you be free?�
�Well� tomorrow�s my birthday, and I already made plans. Would the day after that be okay?�
�I suppose it�ll have to be,� she answered, giving Priss an unusually stern look as the elevator doors closed on the couple.
Once the elevator began to move, Linna tilted her head to the side a bit. �That was weird,� she observed, �Why does she need to see me so urgently? And what was with that look she was giving you?� Suddenly, the elevator stopped. Linna looked over to see Priss� finger on the elevator�s stop button. �Priss?� she asked, �What�� she was cut off in mid sentence as her lover turned to face her and wrapped her arms around her, holding tightly onto the green Knight Saber.
�You saved me,� Priss whispered just before bringing her lips to Linna�s. Linna was used to the singer�s kisses being dark, sensual, almost demanding, and her kisses never failed to excite and arouse the girl from the country, prompting her to surrender herself to her lover�s desires.
This kiss was different though. It was tender and sweet, and it caught Linna off guard. Priss wasn�t taking charge as her mistress; she was sharing. It was like the boomer incident from earlier and Linna�s defense of her had caused some sort of invisible wall to come down. Even in their most intimate moments, the singer seemed to always have her guard up, but now, as the kiss deepened, it was like she was opening up like a rose in sunlight.
Finally, they broke the kiss. Priss looked into Linna�s eyes, her gaze neither aloof nor commanding, but rather soft and affectionate. �Linna, tomorrow�s your birthday, isn�t it?�
Linna was still in a bit of shock over the change in her lover�s behavior, but very quickly shook herself out of it, �Y� Yes. Tomorrow I turn twenty-two.�
�What would you like?� Priss asked, �I feel like I owe you something, you know? Would you like to go out to dinner? Or maybe we could go see a movie somewhere? What would you like to do?�
Linna�s mind began to race; anything she wanted for her birthday? But what did she want? A candlelight dinner would certainly be romantic, and they might have fun at the movies, but for some reason neither seemed to hold much interest for her. If she could have anything, she wanted it to be exotic, erotic, exciting, all the things her mistress Priss was for her.
Then it came to her.
�I want to switch.�
Priss� eyebrow rose at that, �Switch?� she asked. �What do you mean �switch�?�
�I mean,� she said as she reached over and stroked her lover�s cheek, �That if I can have anything I want for my birthday, I want to be the mistress, and I want for you to be my slave. Just once. Please?� she asked, smiling hopefully at the singer.
Priss looked at Linna silently for a few seconds, seemingly weighing in her head what her answer would be. For the briefest of moments, Linna thought she saw fear in her lover�s eyes as her former softness and openness seemed to disappear.

Priss closed her eyes and turned away from Linna, �O� Okay,� she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Turning back to Linna, she forced a smile. �For your birthday, you�re my mistress, and I�m your slave.�
Linna smiled from ear to ear as she hugged Priss tightly around the neck, the singer tentatively returning the embrace before pushing the button to once more start the elevator on it�s way. They both exited the elevator and left the Silky Doll together, Priss seeing Linna to her scooter and watching her ride off before she headed for her own bike.
She put on her helmet, straddled the motorcycle, and looked down to see her hands shaking. �What have I done?� she groaned, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach as she finally rode off for her trailer.
While Priss sped home, Linna's imagination was running a mile a minute. She was used to being the bottom, to having her mistress take control and obeying Priss' every command. The erotic thrill she got out of it was intoxicating, and strangely freeing for the country-born young woman. Coming from her rural background, she felt so out of place and plain at first in the big city. Even after joining the Knight Sabers, she always felt the odd-man out, as if she had to prove her worth.
When she and Priss were together during their role-playing though, it was different. She'd nothing to prove, nothing to worry about. She had only to serve, to obey. And when she stood before her mistress, naked and exposed, and Priss called her "my beautiful pet," it somehow meant more to her than all the compliments she'd ever received before from anyone.
And now her lover was going to be the one to serve her. She would be her slave, if only for just the one time. Linna wanted her to experience the same intoxicating rush she felt when she knelt before her mistress, to know the same sort of giddy mixture of fear and excitement she felt as Priss would bind her, or paddle her as she would remind Linna of the necessity of teaching good pets obedience. It was a thrill she'd only ever felt one before, as a child when her and her parents took her to an amusement park as a child and she got to ride a real roller coaster. It was the sort of scary thrill that was addictive, and that she felt every time she was with her mistress in one of their sessions.
She pulled into the parking lot of her building complex and parked her scooter, smiling to herself as she walked to her apartment door. She wanted to share with Priss the same terribly-wonderful sensations Priss brought out in her, and as she entered her living room she started going over in her mind all the ways she'd go about it.
Elsewhere in Neo-Tokyo, Priss was struggling to fight off an anxiety attack.
The neon lights of the city whizzed by her and her motorcycle as memories began to flood her. Unwelcome, cold and unfeeling, they reminded her of all the times she felt most weak, most vulnerable and at the mercy of others. Memories of growing up on the streets homeless after the great quake came to her now, of fist fights with other street children over discarded food and territory. She remembered stepping into an alley with an old street vender and giving her virginity to him in exchange for two apples. She�d lost count of all the times she�d performed filatio when she was younger just to survive, choking on filthy cocks and gagging on salty cum in exchange for food and places to stay for the night.
Her childhood and adolescence taught her two things. First of all, you can�t trust anybody; everyone�s only out for themselves. Secondly, she learned what it meant to be a victim, and she very early on decided that she hated it. She hated it enough that, as she got older and stronger, she learned to do whatever it took to never be a victim again.
The end result was a cold, jaded, angry woman who was always suspicious of others motives and was always on the lookout to try and figure out others� angles. As she got older, she found she could sing, and she learned to use her talent to her advantage, eventually earning enough to buy a place of her very own, her trailer. Later, after a bar-fight, she was approached by Sylia Stingray and offered a chance to join her in her crusade as a Knight Saber. She loved the power she felt, the control it gave her over her own destiny, and the money she earned on the side. Sylia infuriated her at first, always trying to talk her into softening her image and attempting to act buddy-buddy, but Priss put up with it to a point because of the control and the money and, to a certain extent, the excitement of putting on the armor and fighting boomers.
The first time she saw Linna was outside her office building, when she rode by and caused her to fall and scrape her forehead. She didn�t think much of it, until Linna picked herself up and angrily yelled at her to stop. To this day, Priss didn�t know if it was she saw the look of rage on her face as she faced her or the sight of her sliding down a drain pipe in order to try to catch up to her, but either way Priss felt something. True, she�d been pursued before by fans and, when younger, by street people and the police, but this was different, new somehow.
She next saw her hanging from a fire escape railing, a rogue boomer chasing her. Somehow, the office girl from the country managed to put it all together; her real identity, her membership in the Knight Sabers, all of it. And once more, the chase resumed. Priss let her chase her, smiling secretly as she led her through the main roads and side streets, past streetlamps and storefronts, to the Silky Doll. All throughout, Linna never let off the chase for an instant. She was stubborn and competitive, two traits that reminded Priss of herself in many ways.
And so she met Sylia, became a Knight Saber herself, and as a Knight Saber they had their grand adventures, all leading up to the showdown in space with Galatia.
Priss bike skidded to a halt as she closed her eyes and shuddered at the memory. Galatia had gained control of her suit, causing it to go rogue. She could still remember the cables and wires forcing themselves into her flesh, forcefully and painfully penetrating her body, and the presence of Galatia�s consciousness within her head. It was like a rape, yet worse that any sort of rape she could ever imagine. She was suddenly weak again, vulnerable again.
She was a victim again.
Later, when the danger passed and they were all rescued from their various landing sites, Priss confided what happened in space to Linna. By that point she was the closest thing to a friend Priss had in the Knight Sabers. Linna, in her turn, admitted her feelings for the singer, and they shared their first kiss. Priss let Linna know right from the beginning that she would be in charge in the relationship, and the country girl accepted.
That had been several months ago. From there, their relationship had progressed gradually into its present form, with Priss firmly in command and Linna her trusting and willing bottom. They were both surprised by how much Linna took to her role, and Priss was able to always feel in control and safely on top in their relationship. Everything seemed perfect.
Until tonight.
Priss opened her eyes and removed her helmet. She entered the familiar trailer, reached for the light switch, kicked off her boots, and sank down into her couch. Tomorrow, Linna would be in charge. Priss would once more have control taken away from her, would be at another�s mercy. She wanted to believe that Linna wouldn�t hurt her, would look out for her safety and would stop at the safety word and safety signal just as Priss did when she was in charge. She wanted to trust, but history had taught her not to trust anybody.
She lay her head down on the arm of the couch, wiped away a tear that had formed out of the corner of her eye, and eventually slipped into a troubled sleep.
She was woken up the next morning by the ringing of her doorbell. Opening her eyes groggily, she got up off her couch and opened the door to find a postal package left there, the delivery truck still visible as it drove around a corner before disappearing behind a large building. She picked up the package, saw the return address, and frowned.
Just then the phone rang. Priss put the package down and went to the phone sitting on a nearby coffee table. She secretly hoped it was her agent, calling her to reprimand her for the fight she'd caused at Hot Legs three nights ago. Or maybe it was Sylia, telling her there was a rogue boomer that needed to be taken down. Hell, right now she'd even be happy if it was that jerk Leon, asking her to give him another chance.

She picked up the phone, "Hello?" she asked, her voice deadpan.

"Did you get the package?" the voice on the other end asked.

Priss felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, "Yeah, I got it..."

"'Yeah, I got it' what?"

Priss closed her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose, "Yeah... mistress."

"That's better," Linna said, her voice giving away the glee she was feeling at being in charge. "Well, open it." she ordered.

Priss put the phone down and went into the kitchen. She grabbed a knife and came back into the living room. Picking the package up, she cut the tape and opened it, a small groan escaping her lips when she saw what was inside.

Taking a deep breath, she picked the phone back up. "Linna... er... Mistress..."

"You'll wear it tonight," Linna said in an unusually stern voice, "Understand?"

Priss rolled her eyes; Linna was really getting into this. "Y... Yes, mistress," she forced herself to say.

"Good," Linna said in a lighter tone, "See you tonight at nine." With that she hung up, smiling to herself as she reached over to her right to pick up a rider's crop. As she handled the crop, she closed her eyes and let her mind wander. Tonight, she was going to be the one in control, with Priss acting as her slave. She brought her hand down, pinching her nipple between her thumb and forefinger as she thought of all the fun she was going to have tonight. She began to lower her hand further, but stopped herself. "Later," she whispered in a husky tone. "Later." She got up to change, ignoring the wetness in her panties.

On the other end of the line, Priss hung the phone up. She looked somberly at the package once more. This was Linna, she told herself once again, not Galatia and not the street people who took advantage of her when she was homeless.
She told herself, but it didn't help. The thought of being totally submissive and at someone else's mercy, even at Linna's, was still terrifying to her.

Wiping her sweaty palms off on her shirt, she picked the passage up and headed for her bedroom.
The hours passed, too slowly for Linna and far too rapidly for Priss. At last, a taxi pulled up to the singer�s trailer, and Linna emerged wearing a long raincoat and high heels. She held a small black suitcase in her hand, and as she paid the cabby a pair of anxious eyes watched her from inside the trailer.
Linna walked up to the front door and knocked, barely able to suppress her smile.
The door opened, and there was Priss, wearing a pink dress Sylia had once made her wear when she�d lost a bet. She also wore pink pumps, and had taken the trouble to make her face up. Linna�s eyes lit up as she looked upon her; dressed like this, the usually butch-looking singer was breathtaking.
Linna�s smile vanished though when she caught sight of her lover�s face. There was a melancholy there, a sort of heavy sadness, which worried the country girl. She was about to ask about it when Priss spoke.
�Mistress,� she said, her voice quite low, �Please come in.�
Linna tentatively walked across the threshold as Priss closed the door.
�May I take your coat mistress?�
Linna looked thoughtfully at her lover, and noticed Priss was avoiding eye contact. She was once more about to ask if anything was wrong, when it occurred to her that Priss was simply playing her role. She was in charge for tonight, and Priss, wanting to make the night special for her, must have decided to go out of her way to be the perfect bottom. Her smile once more returned.
�Yes, of course,� she said, and allowed the singer to slip the coat off her and hang it on a nearby hook. Linna was wearing a tight green rubber dress that left little to the imagination. As Priss came back over to her, Linna reached out a hand to cup her cheek. �We�re going to have fun tonight, aren�t we slave?� she asked.
Priss visibly winced, �Yes� Mistress.�
Linna continued to stroke Priss� cheek, �And has my slave picked out a safety word?�
Priss slowly nodded, �Hurricane.�
Linna seemed satisfied with the answer, and pulled away from her lover. She set her black briefcase on a nearby coffee table and opened it. She then looked back over to Priss. �Turn around,� she ordered.
Priss nodded sullenly and did so. Linna�s smirk grew wider; Priss was really getting into this. She pulled out a leather blindfold and slipped it over the biker�s eyes, her arousal growing as she heard a small gasp from Priss. Blindfolded, the singer could feel hands slowly unzip the back of her dress, then felt the dress itself fall in a heap at her feet.
Linna licked her lips as she looked at Priss. The singer wore tan stockings with a garter belt just above her hips, a lacy black thong, and no top. Exposed and vulnerable as she was, Linna had an unobstructed view of her unusually muscular frame. She wasn�t overly built like a woman body builder, but she looked every inch a warrior, and stepping closer Linna felt the urge to reach out and run her hands along Priss� muscular back, then up and down the singer�s arms, feeling her biceps and triceps. Closer still she came, wrapping her arms around her from behind, her hands working up from her abs to her breasts. As she now fondled the mounds of soft flesh beneath her hands, she was once more rewarded with a gasp.
Priss, on her end, felt like she was dying inside. �This is Linna,� she kept telling herself, �this is Linna.� But in her head it wasn�t Linna; it was a teenage boy who was shoving his cock into her fourteen year old mouth, holding a hundred yen he�d promised her above her head as his friends egged him on. It was the group of thugs who beat her up and kicked her out of a small tenement they wanted for themselves, laughing at her as she literally crawled away on all fours as angry tears streamed down her face.
�Put your hands behind your back.�
The order brought Priss back to the present. Time seemed almost to stand still, the only sound her own throbbing heartbeat as it pounded in her ears and head. Swallowing hard, she slowly brought her hands behind her.
Linna brought Priss� wrists together and was tying them together with a length of white nylon rope, when once again she had the feeling that something wasn�t right. Priss seemed to be shaking now, and her breathing seemed a bit off. She walked around to face the singer, placing a finger beneath her chin as she tilted her head up.
A single tear escaped from beneath the blindfold. She was right, something was wrong.
Immediately, Linna removed the blindfold. She then went behind and quickly undid the rope around Priss� wrists. The singer said nothing as Linna took her hand and led her over to the couch. Sitting down, she pulled Priss upon her lap and held her, stroking her hair as more tears silently fell down the singer�s cheeks. Linna kissed Priss� forehead as she wiped the tears away with her hand. Finally, the singer looked up at her sadly, �I�m sorry,� she whispered, biting her lip as she did so.
Linna looked at her sympathetically, �Priss,� she said in a soothing tone, �Why didn�t you say you felt this uncomfortable being the bottom? Why didn�t you just use your safety word?�
A sorrowful moan escaped from Priss throat as she looked down at her hands. �I� I never told you much about my life� My younger years I mean��
�No, but from various clues I can guess things were pretty bad.�
�You don�t know the half of it,� she whispered as she wiped some more tears away. �I thought that was all behind me, that I was strong now, strong enough that nobody could hurt me. But� But when you asked me to be the bottom this time��
�You felt weak and vulnerable again,� Linna muttered as she continued to run her fingers through Priss� hair. The singer nodded.
�It was your birthday,� she said weakly, �I didn�t want to disappoint you, but�� her voice trailed off as she closed her eyes, Linna�s fingers brushing through her hair having a calming and soothing effect on her.
Linna looked down at Priss� face, mascara having run down her cheeks, and she cupped her cheek in her hand. �Priss� she said softly, �Do you� Do you remember the first time you suggested bondage to me? Remember how nervous I was, how scared and shy at first?�
Priss nodded her head in response.
�Do you know why I finally gave in and let you tie me up that first time?�
Priss opened her eyes now and looked up at her partner. �No,� she finally confessed, �Why?�
Linna bent down and gently kissed her on the lips. �Because I love you,� she said, stroking the side of Priss� face with her thumb, �And because, while you don�t come out and say it, I know you love me, and that I can trust you to stop if I ask you to, to always look out for my safety, and that you would never really hurt me when you�re my mistress.�
Priss was silent for a few seconds, just staring up into Linna�s beautiful eyes as she lay with her head on her fellow Knight Saber�s shoulder. Then, all at once, she wrapped her arms around the country girl. �I trust you too,� she whispered, meaning it this time. And for the first time since the day before, Priss smiled.
Linna cradled the back of Priss� head as they kissed sensually, their tongues sliding around one another as the two women held each other close. As they finally separated for air, Linna leaned forward until their foreheads touched. �We don�t have to do this, you know,� she said. �I only wanted to share the thrill I felt surrendering to you, but if being on the bottom makes you feel this uncomfortable��
Priss met her gaze, �But� I promised��
�It�s okay,� Linna said, adding with a smirk, �After all, we don�t need whips and chains to get nasty,� she said with a wink.
�Oh really?� Priss asked as she returned the smile. �Why Miss Yamazaki, I do believe I�m a bad influence on you.�
Both Linna and Priss now laughed warmly now. Linna stopped laughing as she leaned forward and kissed her, bringing her hands once more to the singer�s bare breasts. Priss let out a low moan of pleasure as Linna pulled away from the kiss and took one of her nipples into her mouth. She arched her back and drew in a sharp breath, her arousal now beginning to grow as Linna brought her mouth to her other breast.
Linna pulled back as she quickly reached around behind her to undo her zipper. Tossing her dress to the trailer floor, she lowered herself onto Priss, their breasts rubbing against one another as their tongues came together once more in their mouths. Linna reached down beneath Priss� panties and felt the wetness in her sex. She began to run her fingers along the singer�s slick folds. Priss, in turn, began to rub Linna�s cleft as well, inserting two fingers into the country girl�s hot wet center as Linna did the same to her.
Both women began to groan and grunt, thrusting their hips as each continued pounding away with their fingers into one another. Priss could feel her own orgasm coming on even as Linna�s walls began to tighten around her fingers.
Linna came first, her entire body stiffening before going slack. She kept her fingers inside Priss however, and once she�d recovered she began once more to take up the same rhythm as Priss now wrapped a leg around her and held her tightly to her as if for dear life. Finally, she came as well, her body shaking as small spasms ran through her afterward.
The two held each other tightly as they lay on the couch, both looking tenderly into one another�s eyes. Finally, Priss kissed Linna softly on the tip of her nose. �You were right, you know.�
Linna looked a bit confused. �Right?� she asked, �About what?�
Priss leaned in until her lips were up against Linna�s ear, �I do love you,� she whispered softly, �I do.�
Linna�s eyes widened; it was the first time Priss had ever come out and said she loved her. Their lips came together once more, each opening herself up to her love as both were overcome by the sweetness of the moment. Soon, in the afterglow of the night�s lovemaking, each began to grow sleepy.
Priss broke the kiss and smiled once more as she looked wearily at her partner through half-closed eyelids. �Goodnight, my pet,� she said as she traced the outline of Linna�s lips with her fingertip. The country girl smiled cutely as she kissed Priss� finger.
�Goodnight mistress,� she responded as she snuggled closer. Soon, both women were fast asleep in each other�s arms.
While Priss and Linna slept soundly in each other�s arms, in a penthouse bedroom above the Silky Doll, Sylia once more replayed the image in her mind. Linna had only just removed her panties and was stepping into the suit chamber when she�d seen the marks left behind on her rear. Priss she could certainly see engaging in S and M, tying up and spanking, but Linna?
She took a sip of her cognac on ice as she allowed her imagination full reign. What must Priss� dungeon look like? Were there shackles hanging from the ceiling? Did she drag Linna there by her hair, ripping the clothes from the naive country girl as she chained her hands above her? Did Priss use a regular whip, or a cat o� nine tales?
As she continued to imagine, she began to grow aroused. She pulled her skirt up and lay on her back as she began to massage her clit. In her imagination she could hear the whip, could see Priss sneer as she punished her slave. She inserted a finger, then a second as she now imagined herself, instead of Linna, on the receiving end, her body receiving lash after lash from Priss as the singer leered at her.
Sylia closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as she now inserted a third finger, her other hand she stuck down the front of her blouse. She began to pinch at her hardened nipples as she fantasized Priss cruelly twisting her hardened pink nubs between her fingers. Her inner muscles tensed up as her back arched and she cave forth a loud cry.
She lay quite still for several minutes, struggling to catch her breath as sweat ran down her forehead. Slowly, the corners of her mouth tugged upward.
�Well,� she said to herself, �If nothing else, tomorrow�s talk with Linna will certainly be interesting��

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