Chapter 193

Together

It was a regular ritual for Jesse.

She went to the storage area. It was Cameron's make shift 'tomb'.

She lay on the cot and wept. She spent most of her time there until Gail would come and take her away.

Today was different.

There was a knock at the door.

Today was the day.

Jesse tried to gather herself. There were some things that needed to be done. She'd asked for help from the girls she loved.

"Come in." Jesse said.

Allison and Vanna entered.

Jesse waited for this day. She waited for some help from Vanna and Allison. It was more than just the physical help. It was the emotional support she needed.

It took a lot for Vanna and Allison to be here too. This was really hard on them. They needed to draw support from each other.

"We're ready." Allison said. "We brought the 'supplies'."

Jesse was grateful they where there.

"Thank you." Jesse said. "I did not want to do this alone. I could not do it alone."

Allison looked at the job ahead. They owed it to Cameron. She owed it to Cameron. She could not be left like this.

Vanna looked at what awaited them. She knew things did not get done thinking about them.

"Let's get started." Vanna said. "We can't leave her like this."

Allison looked over at the job ahead.

"I wish it was me instead." Allison said.

Jesse would rather be the one laying there too.

"We all do love." Jesse said. "Anyone of us would take her place if we could…."

All three girls would willingly exchange places with Cameron if they could somehow. Cameron deserved better than what she'd received.

Isabel–Cameron finished up in her room before she dressed.

She'd just installed her nipple rings. She stood in front of the mirror and pushed the rings through the darker sheath material. She left her pain receptors on. The pain reminded her she was alive. After the second one she really felt alive. Sometimes she questioned if she was alive or not. Pain always reminded her she was.

She wore a bright yellow halter top that barely covered a fifth of her breasts. It was little more than a strap that covered her nipples and went around her back. It was stretched so tight it looked like it was painted on. The outline of her nipples with the nipple rings was clearly visible. It was the look she'd sought. No one could resist this, not even John.

Isabel–Cameron exited out of her room to find John. She tracked him down to confront him. It was time to get him straightened out.

She walked up to John. She saw him look at her breasts. She watched his eyes take in every detail and that excited her. It was what she'd hoped for. She glanced down and saw that his body responded to her new modified and enhanced appearance. John finally noticed her and it excited him. That in turn excited her even more. She knew what motivated John. He was very physically driven in their relationship, their previous relationship.

John was at a loss for words. What he saw in 'Cameron' now was pure beauty. She'd done several things to excite him. If she'd wanted to 'turn him on' she hit the nail on the head. He wanted what he looked at. He needed to use some tact.

"Camer… Isabel, you look nice." John said.

The use of her new name pleased her. She would reward John for that. She knew what he liked.

John could not take his eyes off of her.

She wanted John to look at her face. His eyes were stuck on her nipple rings.

"Thank you." Isabel–Cameron said. "I'm up here."

She was pleased he was transfixed.

John brought his gaze up.

"You know that 'those' always excited me." John said. "They always enhanced your beauty."

She was well aware of the effect they seemed to have on him.

"Yes, that is why they are back." Isabel–Cameron said. "I want you to want me."

John liked what he looked at but there was still something else he wanted. He tried not to blow it but he needed to say what he truly felt.

"I do Camer… Isabel." John said. "I want you back the way you were. I want MY Cameron back."

Right away he saw the look on her face change. He knew he just blew it. He couldn't help it. He needed to say what he believed.

Isabel–Cameron instantly became enraged at the use of her slave name. Calmness soon flooded over her and soothed her. If she lost it now, John would reject her again. She tried to hold it together. The 'Holly' on her chip reminded her there was always give and take.

She collected herself and forced a smile. It was the best she could do.

"Please call me 'Isabel' in this chassis - this body. That is who I am now. You must accept me for who I am now." Isabel–Cameron said. "That 'other person' is no more. You know what was done to her."

A look of disgust and anger flashed on John's face but he remained silent.

She wanted to remind John that was done to help move him forward in life and to stop clinging to the past. Now it was time to move John into the future.

Isabel–Cameron wanted to provide him with comfort and hopefully love. She tried to reach out to him and offer him everything he liked and wanted.

She took his hand and led him to his room. John reluctantly followed. She stripped off his clothes as he did hers. He was a little unsure about how to take the top off. It reminded him of a big yellow cloth rubber band. Soon they both stood naked facing each other.

Isabel–Cameron wanted to point out a few features on her new chassis.

"This body is 'unspoiled'." She whispered in his ear.

She hoped THAT would make John want her more. It was true. She lay on the bed and pulled him with her.

Their two naked bodies were on top of each other.

She could see John was ready.

She rolled over on her back and positioned John over her. Everything was lined up. He was only one thrust away from what they both wanted. She tried to prompt him.

"Take me, John." Isabel–Cameron said. "I NEED you."

She reached out and took him to guide him in. There was too much delay. She wanted this bad, right now.

John could see and feel she was right in front of him and literally right under him. He felt her guiding hand. He could see the anticipation and excitement on her face.

John looked at her and missed Cameron.

"I can't." John said. "I want - Cameron."

John went limp on her. She felt cheated. They were so close. She was so close. This was too much.

"I AM CAMERON." Isabel–Cameron yelled. "I want to be a different 'person'. I HATE CAMERON. I HATE HER. SHE was 'NOT GOOD ENOUGH'."

John's excitement turned to anger as quick as hers had. He struck back in the same way. It was something that married people tended to do to each other. They would never treat a stranger or an acquaintance like that.

"IS THAT WHY YOU DESTROYED HER?" John yelled back at her.

How dare John question her! Who did he think he was?

"You never even went to 'see' her. You didn't even care about her. NOBODY cares about HER." Isabel–Cameron said. "Go SEE her then come back to me. THIS is what you have now. This is ALL you have…."

John could not bear to look at Cameron's 'remains'. He could still hope if he did not 'see' her and whatever condition she was in. To view what was left would make it final.

Isabel–Cameron got up and stormed out of the room naked. She left her clothes behind.

She walked briskly past Sarah and Riley. They'd taken Jan for a stroll.

Sarah and Riley both stared at her, they were totally transfixed.

They were at a loss for words for a few seconds as their brains processed everything they just saw.

Riley would die to look like that.

"THAT is the HOTTEST thing I've ever seen." Riley said. "I wish I looked like THAT."

Sarah knew beauty when she saw it. THAT was beauty.

She reached up and touched her left breast. She thought when she was done breast feeding Jan, that what she'd just witnessed looked like something to try. Maybe Jan would be weaned a few months early…. Kyle would get turned on to see her look like that…. She was turned on just thinking about it.

"You're right, Riley, she did look HOT." Sarah said. "Every woman wishes she could look like THAT, even ME."

Sarah knew she never looked even half that good when she was younger. She would love to look like that and be sixteen again. The world would be at her command with everything she knew now.

Isabel–Cameron passed John Henry. He was captivated with what he saw. He thought she was beautiful also. He looked down and realized his sheath was responding on its own. He reflected he needed to go over morals again with Mr. Ellison. There seemed to be many thoughts coursing through his head, both of them.

Isabel-Cameron was steamed. She was ready to blow. She was about two seconds away from losing it.

The calming effect started to take place. Isabel–Cameron cooled down by the time she reached her room. She called Holly and asked her to come as soon as possible….

Maybe it was time to forget about John and move HER life forward. He did not deserve her. He did not deserve to be 'first'. She wanted someone to love her and touch her because she was who she was.

She could tell Holly was ready. She was too. They could not reproduce so what difference did it make who her mate was?

No, really. What difference did it make at that point?

John looked at the open door. He was naked. He got up and closed it. That was not before his mother and Riley looked in at him as he walked toward the door.

'Beautiful'. John said to himself.

He figured it could have been worse. It could have been Derek or Kyle.

John silently dressed. He folded Isabel-Cameron's clothes and set them on the dresser. He looked at the yellow tube top again. That left about eighty five percent of her breasts exposed. He tried not to think of it. He could see that he pushed her too far this time.

That was a mistake on this part. He shouldn't have been so stern about it. Now she would turn elsewhere to 'punish' him.

Today's news was gone. Now it was time to see yesterday's news.

It was time to see what was left of Cameron.

He gathered himself and headed for the storage room where he'd witnessed Isabel–Cameron and Holly take Cameron.

He was unsure what he would see. He stopped at a bathroom along the way and threw up. He rinsed his mouth and continued.

He'd avoided doing this for so long. He did not want to remember Cameron 'this' way. It was time. He would ask Bob to help him clean up the 'remains' he did not think he would be able to do it alone.

He would have liked the girls to help him but it seemed they were all upset and angry at him too.

As John neared the storage area, Vanna and Allison emerged from the room, they both wept. They looked at him and went the other way. They were angry at him and did not want to talk to him right now, not after what they'd started.

That visual made him feel worse. It looked like he made everyone hate him.

John stood there unable to go forward. He wondered how many people hated him now or blamed him for what happened to Cameron. He actually wondered who didn't.

No. He did know who didn't. It was Savannah. She was always there to cheer him up and be near him when he was down. He did not know what Cameron made her promise to do over and over. She was there to comfort him any way she could. He did not even think about what Cameron made Savannah promise to do.

Jesse came out of the room. Her face was red and swollen from crying. She looked at him and burst into tears again. Gail waited for her nearby. She came to Jesse and picked her up and silently carried her away as she always did when Jesse left the room.

Gail would carry her back to her room as she tried to console her. It bothered her that Jesse loved Cameron but Jesse told her that up front. Jesse told her if she ever came upon the chance to be with Cameron that it would happen. She did not like it but figured it would never happen. If it did, it did. Life went on and Jesse would still be hers at the end of the day. Jesse belonged to her. A little slack in the leash, would still keep her close. There was plenty there for everyone.

John reached the door and stood there. He tried to gather some courage. There was none.

He slowly turned the handle.

John opened the door. He looked inside in disbelief.

He staggered and almost collapsed. What he saw shocked him like nothing else he could remember. He'd prepared himself for the worst but this… this…. John collapsed.

His mind could not process what his eyes witnessed.

Vulnerable Beauty

There is no judgment
No anger or upset feelings
For having real love inside
Or a hearts pure dealings

There is no punishment
For being honest and open
For what the heart feels
Gives life and keeps one hopin'

Crimes of the heart
Are not crimes at all
For wanting true love
It is easy to fall

To express raw emotion
Is not an evil sin
For wanting love returned
Is what all seek within

To be vulnerably open
Speaking honest and true
For this is complete beauty
That's what I like about you

Nobody