migrating from Twine, little fixes
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all: WTSSTS.html
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wtssts.twee: $(shell find src -type f)
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bin/mktwee src > wtssts.twee 2> wtssts.stderr
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WTSSTS.html: wtssts.twee
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tweego -o WTSSTS.html wtssts.twee
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"Please insert a cookie into the cookie slot."
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"Now, Lizzy, your superability is being a control group, as for our Silent Bob here, we'll just have to wait and see."
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"Mute, you're a submissive bondage slut and I'm agent MISTRESS for fuck's sake.
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You have to understand that offering your pussy to me is not just a friendship
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symbol, right? It has much, much more extensive implications."
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Есть кароч секретная организация (СО), её руководительница -- мать Мьют. Одновременно происходят две вещи (год Y):
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1. Мьют 3д сканируют и начинают печатать
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2. после этого её пакуют и везут в СО
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стцно линейно события развиваются так:
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- Мьют и Лиз проходят тренировку в СО
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- они живут долго и счастливо
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- удочеряют себе дочь (Y+10)
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- процесс распечатки наконец завершается (Y+40)
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- (мы находимся тут) распечатка -- ГГ -- выходит из принтера
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- её "спасает" бункерский
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- ну они там какое-то время тусуют в бункере
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- дочь появляется в бункере
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пояснения
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- Мьют имеет генетическое отклонение (рецессивный ген) которое привело к немоте, одновременно давая возможность с помощью тренировок развить в себе суперспособность
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- так как своих детей у неё не будет по причине гомосексуальности распечатка нужна чтобы заменить её после отхода от дел
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- никакого апокалипсиса нет, есть действия СО, которые привели к тому что город и окрестности сначала опустели и были заброшены, а потом объявлены зоной отчуждения.
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- бункерский ускакал в бункер и сидел там 40 лет, думая что миру пиздец
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- многие факты, кажущиеся просто развитием событий были подстроены СО в целях реализации своего коварного плана, например большая часть патронов Мьют -- это сотрудники СО; учебная тревога тоже была подстроена СО, етс.
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возможные линии повествования:
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- жизнь распечатки в бункере
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- жизнь оригинала в СО
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- жизнь распечатки в СО
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- жизнь дочери
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+ всевозможные хвосты и ответвления по желанию
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* background and text colours should reflect the scene
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#!/usr/bin/env ruby
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dn = ARGV.first
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raise 'Usage: mktwee DIR' if dn.nil?
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raise '%p is not a dir' % dn unless test 'd', dn
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dn.end_with?('/') || dn += '/'
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def out_special path
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case File.extname path
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when '.css' then
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puts ':: Story Stylesheet [stylesheet]'
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puts File.read path
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when '.js' then
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puts ':: Story JavaScript [script]'
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puts File.read path
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when '.data' then
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puts ':: StoryData'
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puts File.read path
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when '.title' then
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puts ':: StoryTitle'
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puts File.read path
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else raise 'Unknown extension for %s' % path
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end
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end
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def inc name
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pref = name.split('_')
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num = Integer(pref.pop, 10)
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pref.push '%02i' % (num + 1)
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pref.join '_'
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end
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def out path, name
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return out_special path if 'story' == name
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title = name.gsub '/', '_'
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puts ':: %s' % title
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text = File.read(path)
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text.sub!('|next]]') { '|%s]]' % inc(title) }
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puts text
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$index.push title
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end
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$index = []
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require 'find'
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Find.find(dn) do |path|
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next if test('d', path)
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name = File.join(File.dirname(path), File.basename(path, '.*'))
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name.sub! Regexp.new('^%s' % dn), ''
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out path, name
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end
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puts ':: index'
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$index.sort.each { |name| puts '[[%s]]' % name }
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FIXME boilerplate
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[[I have a new message.|intro_01]]
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----
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SPOILERS [[index]]
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[[source code|https://code.fleshless.org/wtssts/wtssts]]
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(end of page)
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The request is challenging, but it comes with adequate compensation. Somehow
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\ the whole community pooled up and agreed on this commission. I have some doubts,
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\ but nothing looks scary enough to deny the guys their dream, and it would also
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\ help promotion I imagine. I wave my hand at the screen to ask Liz her thoughts as well.
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"Ooooh, kinky!"
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That was a joke of course. Given my particular circumstances I had to go deep,
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\ not wide. I don't have that many patrons, but I tried to make sure those
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\ who come do stay.
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What, circumstances? I'll have you know I'm completely mute, something something
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\ voice chords, rare genetic condition. Go on, come up with a hilarious pun
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\ on "mute" being short for "mutant", it was funny the first hundred times.
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\ To make it even worse, it's also my name. [[Long story.|intro_long_story]] Anyway.
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"The only thing that worries me is that I have to leave soon and won't be back
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\ until tomorrow evening, so unless you want to involve your father in your
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\ booming enterprise, you'll be completely helpless with nobody by your side."
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Yeah, what's the worst that could happen? The world is not going to end before
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\ Liz comes back and I can certainly trade some comfort for money, it's just one
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\ day. And by the way, this day shouldn't be all bad. There are some perks in my
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\ line of employment after all.
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"Well, it's your call. Let's do it then."
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I guess it's time to [[get ready.|next]]
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(end of page)
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My "studio" is what previously was the bedroom in my single-bedroom apartment.
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\ To make a long story short, what I do is Truman show, except with less
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\ product placement and more ladies, erotically bound in different ways.
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\ The cameras are always on and the video feed doesn't stop.
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"Let's start with the gag, I want to make sure you can drink."
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The gag is a hybrid bit-ball on a harness with safety holes in it. While I was
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\ putting it on, Liz emptied several bottles of yoghurt into a bucket so
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\ I could try drinking it. Not the most convenient way, but apparently possible.
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"Now the main course. Get youself plugged."
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Ah, but indeed, plugged I got, in short order. Basically what we have is
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\ a one-piece harness with pony hooves and an armbinder, crowned with two halves
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\ of a collar. The whole thing is a single plastic print so once the collar
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\ is glued together everything becomes right and tight, and it locks the gag
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\ as well. No keys, no escape, very exciting for the audience. Actually, not only
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\ for the audience, but come on, we are professionals here. Moving on.
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"You know what we always need more? METAL!"
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Metal came along as an additional heavy steel shackle over the armbinder as well
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\ as leg irons with a short chain.
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"Well, I'm off. Have fun."
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Oooooh yeah, [[fun time!|next]]
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(end of page)
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Not much to do once you are ready. You can't really chat with the guys, but you
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\ can try to accomodate further requests. You can walk around the room...
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\ and not much else. Strike poses?
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Now, what I've learned about my audience is the thing they like best is for me
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\ to enjoy myself, which I won't complain about. And what do I enjoy? Like,
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\ in professional context? Well, this. I enjoy being tightly bound, I enjoy
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\ feeling helpless, I enjoy being watched by people who like it when I like it,
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\ and I like it that they like it. I even enjoy drinking yoghurt from a bucket,
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\ given some amount of arousal of course. And I have this amount by now, with
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\ a lot to spare even. I also enjoy my studio, the orange autumn evening behind
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\ the window, the fact that I can be lazy as all hell, no real responsibilities,
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\ no reason to hurry anywhere. I can just do whatever, mostly thinking about
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\ stuff, dreaming, fantasizing. What, future? Social security? Dental? Taxes?
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\ Fuck all this shit. I'm a pony, ponies don't pay taxes yet, I hope.
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The slight problem with being me is the whole lot, but the relevant one is,
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\ I guess, no audio. No moans, no... No, that's it, no moans. I mean sure, there
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\ are some sounds: sucking on a gag, horseshoe clacking, chain rustling, I don't
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\ know, excited breathing. But still, no moans. People like moans.
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That was part of a justification for a large TV being in my room with some
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\ copyright-free porn on it all the time. The other part is it's quirky, adds to
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\ a unique setting. The other other part is maybe I really like my job sometimes,
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\ all right?
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And there I was, laying on the floor, liking my job, when [[the power went out.|next]]
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(end of page)
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what
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fuck
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fuck what fuck fuck what
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And then I heard sirens. Fucking <<shake>>SIRENS!<</shake>>
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I need to get out, stat.
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[[Roll the intro!|next]]
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(end of page)
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!When the sirens start to sing
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@@text-align:right;font-size:80%;
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you tie yourself to a nearest mast of course
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an interactive fiction piece
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if not already obvious, expect adult content
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FIXME: list tags
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[[Didn't we leave our main character in a bit of a pickle?|next]]
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(end of page)
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I'm not getting out of my gear. Not an option. Out of the question. Okay, can
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\ I move? Let's try to stand up first.
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Roll over, get on your knees. Now, one hoof at a time. Done, easy!
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I hope the door iS NOT LOCKED breathe don't panic press on the handle, kick
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\ the door YES I'M OUT good now what the elevator is dead I guess use the stairs
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\ fuck another door -- open -- good FUCKING FIFTEENTH FLOOR ARE YOU SHITTING ME
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\ thank fuck there are emergency lighs one step at a time don't run don't fucking
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\ FALL that would be very bad indeed good one down fuckton to go ignore the
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\ screaming let others pass one step at a time don't run don't... actually do,
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\ let's focus on my embarrasing attire for now.
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What do I do when (not if) people stare at me in disbelief and shock? Scratch
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\ shock they have something much bigger to be shocked about. What is it?
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\ Earthquake? Tsunami? Here in the middle of Kansas? That would be shocking --
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\ for sure. Fucking tornado of Oz? Russian hackers? Fucking Russia, always
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\ fucking everything up. Okay good, halfway there, oh don't count just go just
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\ one at a time don't run where were we yes me being naked and bound up and down.
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\ Fucking clear plastic, doesn't cover anything we wouldn't do that to our dear
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\ patrons now would we. At least until this thing is off chances of being fucked
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\ literally as opposed to figuratively, as I am now very much so, are pretty slim,
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\ all my open positions are filled at the moment, and the job security is as good
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\ as is gets. Can't even give a blowjob, can't even give a fucking handjob or
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\ a fucking footjob unless you are really really into ponies, like really, like
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\ I mean really, like, a lot, like
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FUCKING MADE IT! WHO'S NUMBER ONE? THIS PONY, THAT'S WHO!
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Okay, Elvis is ready to [[leave the building.|next]]
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Total panic. Why does it have to be in the dead of night and of course it's
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\ raining sure why not. Chaos, enthropy, the opposite of orderly fashion.
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\ There are flashlights to my left down the street, looks like some sort
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\ of signals. What do I do anyway? Was I ever told what to do? I need someone
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\ to just take me to safety or at least give directions. Let's check out
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\ the flashlights I guess.
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"What the fuck" -- as expected.
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"Are you alone?"
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I can't make out who's talking but does it really matter? I nod.
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"Take her to the shelter bus and come back ASAP." -- finally, at least
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\ someone sounds like something close to authority.
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I feel a hand trying and failing to grab my arm, then two hands grabbing
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\ my sides and pushing forward. The chain is shorter than the push implied
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\ but the hands do hold me, thanks hands.
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"Sorry lady I have exactly zero seconds to spare getting you out, I'm sure
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\ they'll help you soon. But I must say, today's Halloween parties must be
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\ ka-ray-zee! Imma def getting myself invited after this sh-- nonsense is over."
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The "bus" is nearby, almost full already. It's more like a cattle car,
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\ all metal, one large door in the back, no seats, filled with clueless animals.
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\ Soon there's no space left, people packed like sardines in a tin. The door
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\ closed and I felt movement. There's no room for me to fall anyway. No one
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\ is talking. I'm not talking either, for several reasons.
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We didn't go that far, the trip was like ten minutes. The door is open again
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\ and people are already running towards what I guess is the entrance to
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\ the shelter. Well, I took my time, not by choice but still. Inside is
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\ a large room filled with people, and another door.
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"What the fuck" -- I'm sure I'll get this a lot more.
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"Right. Everyone move! You're next, go through the door when the light is on."
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Oh look, the light does flash. Someone is [[holding the door for me already.|next]]
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Through the door is a brightly lit room with several people wearing hazmat
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\ suits. What, do we have another pandemic on our hands? Come ON, it's
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\ getting old already. They stare at me for a moment.
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"Does any of this come off easily? No? Well then, we don't have time.
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\ Chop chop people, get creative."
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While I'm undergoing a quick med exam, one of the doctors asks me yes-or-no
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\ questions about health conditions, allergies and so on.
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"Okay, she's a go, get her on a table."
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Yes, there is a table and now I'm on it. And I get a mask over my face.
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"Now, deep breaths please. And one, and two..."
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[[The sirens are wailing again.|mute_copy_shelter_01]]
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So you like long stories, huh?
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Dad told me it's a family tradition. My mom was Mute, her mom was Mute and
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\ so on. I don't know why, I'm not sure he does either.
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End of story. Sorry, I lied.
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Don't worry, the main story IS long.
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<<return "Where were we?">>
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\ around, then a corridor, then a door to the left -- a kitchen, or perhaps
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\ rather a galley. The old man pours some water into a mug and holds it in front
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\ of me with uncertainty. I don't know about that. I shake my head and look
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\ around. Nothing here, let's try other rooms. Where does the water come from
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\ by the way? A well? A rain collector?
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"What are you looking for?"
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I stop. Actually I can answer. I get on my knees and drink from an imaginary
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\ trough. He understands but looks confused. I get up again.
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"You sure it's better?"
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\ liquid down my throat.
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"I have a bucket here, but it's dirty. You'll have to wait for a bit. Come,
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\ I'll help you to sit down."
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We move into another room that has a bed in it, and I drop my ass on it entirely
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\ by myself, without any help. Ooooh yeeaah, it's nice to finally sit down.
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\ I make a happy face. It's chilly in here and would you look at my nipples,
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\ those little bastards. I shiver a little.
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"Yeah, I have some clothes but uhhh... I'll bring a blanket."
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It's very kind of him. Who is this man, what's he doing here and what's he gonna
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\ do with me? So far he looks cool, maybe he is a friend after all. And speaking
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\ of friends, will I ever see Liz again? I like Liz, she's my partner. I mean
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\ in business, we are not like officially together or anything, but yeah, we do
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\ fool around sometimes. I don't think she's into being watched all that much,
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\ so mostly she helps me with stuff and occasionally appears on streams with
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\ a whip and a vibrator and a leather uniform.
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Wrapped in a warm blanket now, almost comfortable, I start daydreaming again.
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\ This is my new studio, the guys are watching and chatting, and Liz is in
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\ the bathroom, she's near, looking after me, my world is small and
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\ I am very happy...
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[[Then I woke up.|next]]
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The gag still doesn't scream "take me out", but it presents two problems.
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\ First: I can only drink liquid food, second: I drool everywhere. Like here
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\ I am, my head laying in a puddle of my own saliva, like I'm two or something.
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\ I guess it's a pleasant picture for mature audiences, but it can also be
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\ a bit depressing if you are not in the mood. I'm also really thirsty now.
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|
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The old man is here as well, sitting on a small metal chair, napping over
|
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\ a book. The bucket is on the floor, filled with water. I move carefully
|
||||
\ not to wake him up, but fail.
|
||||
|
||||
"Hey, you fell asleep, I brought you water."
|
||||
|
||||
I nod. ... You know what, I bow. This man is very kind to me.
|
||||
|
||||
"Don't mention it, it's the least I can do." -- I won't mention it, no.
|
||||
|
||||
Now, water. I get on my knees and start drinking. The water is cold and
|
||||
\ the whole thing is awkward so I take my time.
|
||||
|
||||
"So, I've been thinking. I need to know who's after you and what can I do
|
||||
\ to help. This will take some time, so do you need anything before that?
|
||||
\ You hungry?"
|
||||
|
||||
Who's after me? Wait a minute, I didn't know someone was after me! Food?
|
||||
\ It can wait.
|
||||
|
||||
"Toilet?"
|
||||
|
||||
Yeeeah, toilet won't wait for long.
|
||||
|
||||
"We have a hole in the floor, follow me. I don't think the builders thought
|
||||
\ all that much about female convenience, so tell me if you need help."
|
||||
|
||||
No, it's alright. The harness wasn't designed for bladder control, it even has
|
||||
\ small holes exactly where you think they need to be. It's a bit messy is all.
|
||||
\ Number two will not be that easy of course, but it's a problem for future me.
|
||||
|
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Staying on a topic of shit, let's see how deep I'm in it this time.
|
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\ [[We return to the bedroom.|next]]
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|
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|
|||
"So, I'll ask yes-or-no questions to try and paint a picture. How long was it
|
||||
\ between you've escaped and we met? A day?" -- no.
|
||||
|
||||
"More?" -- no.
|
||||
|
||||
"Less?" -- well, aren't you thorough.
|
||||
|
||||
"Did you escape alone?" -- I shrug.
|
||||
|
||||
"The place you've escaped from, is it a settlement?" -- no.
|
||||
|
||||
"A camp?" -- no.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"Umm, was it like a slave caravan?" -- oh fuck, he thinks I'm an escaped slave.
|
||||
\ I shake my head with energy.
|
||||
|
||||
"Calm down, I understand you don't want to talk about it, but I need
|
||||
\ information." -- double fuck. I shake my head violently and kick the wall.
|
||||
\ How the hell do I explain myself now?
|
||||
|
||||
"Are you mute because of them?" -- motherfucker!
|
||||
|
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I frantically look around. Nothing. I drop my head in despair. Oh.
|
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|
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I start writing letters with my hoof.
|
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|
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"E. F. G. Alphabet?" -- bingo.
|
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|
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"So you are not a slave? Theeeen where did you escape from?"
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It's not that easy, [[my leg is already slightly tired.|next]]
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|
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|
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"A shelter less than a day away... And you don't know who else escaped...
|
||||
\ Were you a prisoner there?" -- No.
|
||||
|
||||
"Come on, help a brother out, why are you bound like this?"
|
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...
|
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|
||||
"Are you saying there's something more important?" -- Yes. Very much so.
|
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|
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|
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I didn't even finish and he's already off.
|
||||
|
||||
~~"What the hell man! Reactor malfunction LESS THAN A DAY AWAY?!"~~
|
||||
|
||||
[[I hear the hatch opening.|next]]
|
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|
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
"Here are my thoughts, I want to run them by you."
|
||||
|
||||
The old man is back, his face is serious, but he doesn't look that anxious.
|
||||
|
||||
"I have a geiger counter that goes click... click... click... I also have
|
||||
\ a uranium sample that makes the counter go clickety-click. I conclude that
|
||||
\ the counter works."
|
||||
|
||||
I nod.
|
||||
|
||||
"A geiger counter indicates presence of ionizing radiation -- that's the bad
|
||||
\ stuff you want to avoid. It doesn't show high levels at the surface, so
|
||||
\ I think we're safe for now."
|
||||
|
||||
I nod.
|
||||
|
||||
"However we should be careful. I have no idea how good the air filters are,
|
||||
\ we just have to hope they are up to task if the task appears. The water comes
|
||||
\ from the ground, we have to check it often. Now, the food..."
|
||||
|
||||
He's visibly worried.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mostly I hunt, we'll have to check the meat as well. I mean, what are we
|
||||
\ gonna do if the whole place gets irradiated? We don't have supplies for years
|
||||
\ and years. We don't even have means to make extensive supplies."
|
||||
|
||||
I have a different line of thought. I clack my horseshoe to get his attention.
|
||||
|
||||
M
|
||||
A
|
||||
Y
|
||||
B
|
||||
E
|
||||
O
|
||||
K
|
||||
|
||||
"Maybe, maybe not. We can't just ignore the risk."
|
||||
|
||||
Hoofwriting is exhausting, I can't spend too much time explaining.
|
||||
|
||||
[[I try to compress my words.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
N O M E M O R Y . W O K E U P . D A R K . A L A R M .
|
||||
|
||||
I'm trying to remember, but there's nothing.
|
||||
|
||||
M A Y B E N O R E A C T O R M A Y B E N O T N U C L E A R .
|
||||
|
||||
I start writing with the other hoof.
|
||||
|
||||
O N L Y H E A R D A U T O M A T E D A L A R M . N O T S E E N R E A C T O R .
|
||||
|
||||
Fuck, I need practice.
|
||||
|
||||
N O P R O O F N E E D W O R R Y A T A L L .
|
||||
|
||||
I sit down.
|
||||
|
||||
"Good point... Oh shit I'm sorry I didn't ask your name."
|
||||
|
||||
M U T E
|
||||
|
||||
"Yeah, I didn't know that at the time, sorry."
|
||||
|
||||
I roll my eyes.
|
||||
|
||||
M Y N A M E I S M U T E
|
||||
|
||||
"You mean, it only has consonants?"
|
||||
|
||||
I kick the bed.
|
||||
|
||||
M Y _ N A M E _ I S _ ' ' M U T E ' ' .
|
||||
|
||||
"Are you saying your mom and dad just called you 'come here, mute' and you
|
||||
\ don't have any other name?"
|
||||
|
||||
F U C K Y O U O L D M A N I T I S A N A M E L I K E A N Y O T H E R .
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh, sorry again, I didn't mean any..."
|
||||
|
||||
N O P R O B L E M . I A M F R U S T R A T E D B Y
|
||||
|
||||
How should I put it?
|
||||
|
||||
N O T B E I N G A B L E T O
|
||||
|
||||
The other hoof now.
|
||||
|
||||
C L E A R M I S U N D E R S T A N D I N G S . A L S O M Y L E G S A R E T I R E D .
|
||||
|
||||
One more thing.
|
||||
|
||||
T H A N K Y O U F O R A L L Y O U A R E D O I N G F O R M E .
|
||||
\ I W I S H I C O U L D R E P A Y I N A N Y W A Y .
|
||||
|
||||
I bow again.
|
||||
|
||||
"As I've said, don't mention it. I wish I could help you more and I'm sorry I can't."
|
||||
|
||||
I M O K I T S N O T A S B A D A S I T L O O K S .
|
||||
|
||||
I don't think he's convinced at all.
|
||||
|
||||
[[We stay silent for a bit.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
"So, back on track. It is true that we don't have any proof, but we have
|
||||
\ to assume the worst. Reasonably. Anyway, leave it to me, you shouldn't
|
||||
\ concern yourself with any of that... Oh."
|
||||
|
||||
He's anxious again.
|
||||
|
||||
"So look. I saw you and immediately assumed that you've escaped from some
|
||||
\ people that did -- that -- to you and I need to hide you ASAP and then
|
||||
\ improvise from there. If you don't need to hide, then I've just ~~kidnapped
|
||||
\ you... what must you think of me...~~" -- he doesn't look too good.
|
||||
|
||||
Fuck, more writing. I have to calm him down, quick. I clack in rapid succession.
|
||||
|
||||
Y O U H E L P E D Y O U S A V E D M E C O M E O N C A L M D O W N
|
||||
|
||||
No?
|
||||
|
||||
I C A N T S U R V I V E O N M Y O W N Y O U A R E M Y L I F E L I N E
|
||||
|
||||
Still no?
|
||||
|
||||
I H A V E N O W H E R E T O G O A N Y W A Y
|
||||
|
||||
That's assuming somehow I've ended up surviving the apocalypse. All the hints
|
||||
\ are here by now.
|
||||
|
||||
Y O U A R E F R I E N D T H I S I S H O M E
|
||||
|
||||
I don't know what else to say. Looks like it's working though.
|
||||
|
||||
"You want to stay? Oh man, you are more than welcome!"
|
||||
|
||||
S O R R Y I C A N T H E L P C A N T E V E N T A L K .
|
||||
|
||||
I bow again.
|
||||
|
||||
P L E A S E T A K E C A R E O F T H I S U S E L E S S P O N Y .
|
||||
|
||||
Finally. I sit down again.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mute, don't say such things. You are anything but useless and you are not a pony."
|
||||
|
||||
I show him my hooves and shrug. Whatever old man. You're right, I'm not even a pony.
|
||||
|
||||
"We'll see about those. Let's get you fed."
|
||||
|
||||
[[Food sounds good.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
Well, it went exactly as awkward as you might imagine. He ended up chewing meat
|
||||
\ and mushrooms and pushing the paste through the holes in my gag and then
|
||||
\ I drank soup from a bowl. I guess he was uncomfortable but decided to think
|
||||
\ of it as a medical procedure. Like, it needs to be done, no point having
|
||||
\ strong emotions. One way or the other, this pony is now well-fed, moving on.
|
||||
|
||||
"I feel really out of place mentioning it, but what do we do about...
|
||||
\ you know..." -- indeed, THAT.
|
||||
|
||||
E N E M A
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh. Let me take a look, I might have one."
|
||||
|
||||
At least I can breathe on my own. Why do I have to be such a pain in the ass,
|
||||
\ requiring so much care just to exist. It is me who should be taking care
|
||||
\ of him, not the other way around.
|
||||
|
||||
He's back with a suitable piece of equipment -- a bag and a hose. We had
|
||||
\ a similar one back home.
|
||||
|
||||
"So, let's see here. Warm water, how much? Full?" -- yeah, it looks about right.
|
||||
|
||||
"Let the air out, then what?"
|
||||
|
||||
I L A Y D O W N . R E M O V E C A P F R O M P L U G . I N S E R T H O S E .
|
||||
\ W A T E R G O E S I N . R E M O V E H O S E . P U T C A P B A C K .
|
||||
\ I S I T O V E R H O L E . R E M O V E C A P . S T U F F G O E S O U T .
|
||||
\ P U T C A P B A C K . O V E R .
|
||||
|
||||
That took time and energy, I seriously need to practice.
|
||||
|
||||
And so the water went in and "stuff" went out. I don't know, it didn't seem
|
||||
\ appropriate to write S H I T in front of him. It just didn't, all right?
|
||||
|
||||
Afterwards he put a coat on me, long just enough to cover the naughty parts,
|
||||
\ and now we're back in the bedroom, and it feels warmer.
|
||||
|
||||
"Man, why would someone do that to you. Like I understand the gag and the...
|
||||
\ But why THAT? Shame you don't remember."
|
||||
|
||||
Uuuuuh-huuuuuh, you know what, I don't. Not a bit, complete darkness.
|
||||
\ I can't be fucked to explain everything, let's just say it's a mystery.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
I sigh.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
M
|
||||
Y
|
||||
S
|
||||
E
|
||||
L
|
||||
F
|
||||
|
||||
I sigh again. I owe this man the truth. [[And didn't I say I need practice.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,40 @@
|
|||
I called him over to the bed so we could sit side by side. Short as I could
|
||||
\ I've told him how I ended up like this. Streaming, Liz, sirens, shelter.
|
||||
\ He didn't interrupt. Now we are sitting in silence and I guess it's
|
||||
\ his turn to talk.
|
||||
|
||||
"Man, it's a lot to take in. Of course I was young, of course I know porn
|
||||
\ existed, and we'll not be going deeper into this subject now. It just...
|
||||
\ it was so long ago... I've also heard sirens once."
|
||||
|
||||
He's deep in his thoughts.
|
||||
|
||||
"I didn't tell you my name. It's because I don't remember it. I don't know
|
||||
\ what year it is. Looking at myself, I can only estimate that I've been
|
||||
\ living here for about forty years now."
|
||||
|
||||
I can't imagine what he's been through.
|
||||
|
||||
"I don't know what happened, I was too afraid to travel anywhere far. I went
|
||||
\ to check the town about two years after, and I didn't see a single person.
|
||||
\ It freaked me out completely, I went back to the bunker and didn't leave
|
||||
\ since. For all I know we may be the only people still alive. I have
|
||||
\ a watching post up on a tree, that's how I saw you. It's a fancy name for
|
||||
\ a branch I sit on. Before you the last person I saw was so... long... ago..."
|
||||
|
||||
I want to hug this man so much. Instead I just lean on him. I hope he gets
|
||||
\ the intention right.
|
||||
|
||||
"So, assuming our sirens are the same, I have no reasonable explanation.
|
||||
\ Hibernation is the best I got."
|
||||
|
||||
I concur.
|
||||
|
||||
"Staying in the bunker is low risk, but I'm afraid I don't have means to get
|
||||
\ you out. I have a hacksaw, I can try to remove the chain, but that's it."
|
||||
|
||||
The chain by itself is not a huge problem though.
|
||||
|
||||
[[I have an idea.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
N O N E E D T O T A K E R I S K
|
||||
|
||||
"But that means you stay in the thing... with the things..."
|
||||
|
||||
Y E S
|
||||
|
||||
"That means you continue to suffer..."
|
||||
|
||||
N O T S U F F E R I N G
|
||||
|
||||
"I find it hard to believe."
|
||||
|
||||
I sigh.
|
||||
|
||||
I A M A S U B M I S S I V E B O N D A G E S L U T
|
||||
|
||||
"Don't say such things, you are not a slut."
|
||||
|
||||
O K
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
S U B M I S S I V E B O N D A G E N O T A S L U T
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"You don't want out?"
|
||||
|
||||
I sigh again.
|
||||
|
||||
I W A N T O U T T O H E L P Y O U
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
I T R U S T Y O U R R I S K A S S E S S M E N T .
|
||||
\ I F T O O R I S K Y I D O N T W A N T O U T .
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
C H A I N I S N O T A P R O B L E M
|
||||
|
||||
He's still not convinced.
|
||||
|
||||
T H E T H I N G W I T H T H E T H I N G S
|
||||
|
||||
I S N O T P A I N F U L
|
||||
|
||||
I T
|
||||
|
||||
FUCK, it's embarrassing.
|
||||
|
||||
I sigh again. Let's play doctor, all right? No judgement, just facts.
|
||||
|
||||
I T G I V E S S E X U A L A R O U S A L A N D A L S O I C A N T C O M E
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
W I T H O U T S O M E O N E H E L P I N G
|
||||
|
||||
My face must be really red by now.
|
||||
|
||||
I N S H O R T I L I K E I T
|
||||
|
||||
W H A T I D O N T L I K E I S B E I N G A H U G E P A I N I N T H E A S S F O R Y O U
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
A L S O I L I K E B E I N G A P O N Y S O R R Y
|
||||
|
||||
No, I can't continue. I turn my face away and drop my head.
|
||||
|
||||
"Man, where were you thirty years ago. Oh, right, less than a day away."
|
||||
|
||||
He takes a pause. That's torture, I tell you. What does he think of me? Why did
|
||||
\ I call myself a slut? What if I ruined everything? What would I think
|
||||
\ of myself in his place? Say something, old man.
|
||||
|
||||
"Hey, hey, are you crying? Why? Hey, stop that! What, you think I somehow think
|
||||
\ less of you now? Don't be silly Mute. So you like bondage, big deal. Whatever.
|
||||
\ We'll have to get you out though, what if something happens to me, but it can
|
||||
\ wait a little. We have to plan the operation, in the mean time you'll have
|
||||
\ to stay in the thing with the things anyway. Might as well enjoy it,
|
||||
\ it's better than the opposite, am I right?"
|
||||
|
||||
Difficult to argue. I lean on him again. My drool drips on his coat.
|
||||
\ It's the opposite of hot in my opinion. I suck on the gag hard.
|
||||
\ He doesn't pay attention.
|
||||
|
||||
"So, let's divide our labour. You focus on enjoying yourself while I think what
|
||||
\ to do next and how to go about it. Stop being so hellbent on helping me,
|
||||
\ I'm sure you'd do everything you could in other circumstances, but as
|
||||
\ the situation presents itself now, the best help you can offer is being happy.
|
||||
\ Mute, you are not useless. You are everything to me, the only meaningful thing
|
||||
\ in my whole life. You like being a pony? Suddenly I'm thinking about having
|
||||
\ a pony, if you catch my drift. And don't be sorry about it, as long as
|
||||
\ it makes you feel good."
|
||||
|
||||
I weigh available options. I can be useless and happy OR useless and unhappy.
|
||||
\ He is right on all accounts. I nod. The only thing I'm uncomfortable with is
|
||||
\ the way my happiness would be achieved. It's not that I'm all that ashamed,
|
||||
\ though I'll admit... Anyway, it's that yet again, I'm not just useless,
|
||||
\ I require extra care now. In this labour division model of his, he works for
|
||||
\ both of us, and I'm a happy pony. As opposed to an unhappy pony, we've been
|
||||
\ there. Once I'm out I have one hell of a debt to pay to him, until then
|
||||
\ let's be happy.
|
||||
|
||||
I nod again. It's time [[to discuss some things.|next]]
|
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|
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|
|
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|
|||
"We'll need a safe... word... right."
|
||||
|
||||
I T R U S T Y O U W O N T H U R T M E
|
||||
|
||||
"Not intentionally, but I have no experience. Clack or blink S.O.S. whenever
|
||||
\ you want to stop, all right? Can you do that?"
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, I know what an S.O.S. is.
|
||||
|
||||
. . . .
|
||||
.
|
||||
.
|
||||
. . .
|
||||
|
||||
"Very good, very good. So, you want the whole package? Domination, humiliation,
|
||||
\ what's it called... discipline?" -- I nod. -- "More bondage, orgasm denial,
|
||||
\ what else?"
|
||||
|
||||
A N Y T H I N G T H A T Y O U E N J O Y
|
||||
|
||||
"I'll have to think."
|
||||
|
||||
T H E P O I N T I S F O R M E T O N O T H A V E C O N T R O L
|
||||
|
||||
I C A N T T E L L Y O U W H A T T O D O O R W H E N T O S T O P
|
||||
|
||||
I A L S O L I K E
|
||||
|
||||
I sigh yet again.
|
||||
|
||||
B R E A T H P L A Y
|
||||
|
||||
A N D B E I N G H U N G B Y C O L L A R
|
||||
|
||||
Deeper into degeneracy, Mute.
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh man, your shows must have been really hot."
|
||||
|
||||
I blush. Humiliation? Are we live?
|
||||
|
||||
"So I have to maintain an act of being a strict master so that you don't feel
|
||||
\ in control, right?"
|
||||
|
||||
I nod.
|
||||
|
||||
"But what if you don't like it?"
|
||||
|
||||
I W O N T L I K E I T B U T I W I L L
|
||||
|
||||
"You mean you take pleasure from being uncomfortable?"
|
||||
|
||||
I F Y O U A R E R E A L L Y G O O D I L L B E I N S U B S P A C E
|
||||
|
||||
W A T C H M Y F A C E Y O U L L S E E I T
|
||||
|
||||
A C T U A L F E A R I S T O O F A R
|
||||
|
||||
B U T T H E N A G A I N
|
||||
|
||||
L O O K I T S C O M P L I C A T E D
|
||||
|
||||
"Damn right it is. Yeah, I'll watch your face."
|
||||
|
||||
[[I guess that settles it.|mute_copy_bunker_pony_01]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
It took some time to answer his questions about the harness and how to take it off
|
||||
\ and what to do if you can't. Shackle and irons all use the same key -- you
|
||||
\ put it in and turn it and the item unlocks. No key? Well, it's steel, cut it
|
||||
\ with a tool if you have one. Conceptually simple, no need to wrap your head
|
||||
\ around anything new. The harness is different.
|
||||
|
||||
The plastic is thick and strong, but it's also springy, not solid nor brittle.
|
||||
\ You won't be able to cut it with a knife or a saw I don't think. Sure, anything
|
||||
\ will melt given enough temperature, but so would I. Dissolve the plastic? Maybe
|
||||
\ possible, but no idea where to start looking for the solvent.
|
||||
|
||||
Of course there is a way to get it off easily, you just need to dissolve the glue
|
||||
\ between the collar flaps, but all I know is I had a bottle back home, I have
|
||||
\ no idea what chemical compound it held, never had an inclination to learn more.
|
||||
|
||||
"I don't even see any seams, your collar really looks like a single thing to me."
|
||||
|
||||
Well then, Liz must had become really good at it, taking care to provide a pleasant
|
||||
\ picture for the streams. Another possible explanation: after forty years
|
||||
\ two halves did indeed become one, just slowly melting together into one another.
|
||||
\ There was a word... but I don't remember it. Adhesion? No. Aberration?
|
||||
\ Definitely no. Ablation? Whatever.
|
||||
|
||||
"I will not leave you here, we'll go together."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"Sorry, I should step back a bit. As I've said, I don't have tools here, we'll need
|
||||
\ to find something suitable somewhere, we'll have to go out. So we'll go together,
|
||||
\ and that means we have a ladder problem once again. Judging by your face
|
||||
\ you already anticipate being lifted."
|
||||
|
||||
All the way, baby!
|
||||
|
||||
"But going up will be longer than going down, I'm not sure it's safe. How much time
|
||||
\ did you spend hanging previously? I mean, do you remember, back home? I mean,
|
||||
\ up in the air, legs off the ground, no support at all."
|
||||
|
||||
1 5 M I N A T L E A S T
|
||||
|
||||
"No air obstruction? No circulation problems? No trouble afterwards?"
|
||||
|
||||
I D O N T H A N G B Y N E C K T H E H A R N E S S S U P P O R T S W E I G H T
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes, but the neck is involved too. Plan B would be lifting you upside down,
|
||||
\ by your legs, but it could also be dangerous with all the extra blood
|
||||
\ to your head. There are still other options, but none look easy or safer or painless."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"15 minutes may not be enough. I say we test this first, you'll probably like it anyway."
|
||||
|
||||
I'm wet already. However we don't do it just to make me feel good, right?
|
||||
\ [[We do it for SCIENCE!|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
While I'm hanging and enjoying everything about it, Old Man is working on the chain
|
||||
\ below. I can't really communicate, but I also don't need to, I can just relax
|
||||
\ and listen to him talking.
|
||||
|
||||
"Again, you feel anything even slightly bad -- you let me know. This is an order."
|
||||
|
||||
Sure, sure. Hacksaw makes noise, right now I find it very relaxing. Old Man
|
||||
\ is talking, I don't really pay attention. Mute, focus. Mute,
|
||||
\ this is not about... Not about... not... about...
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"..."
|
||||
|
||||
"MUTE!"
|
||||
|
||||
what
|
||||
|
||||
"Mute, what we do here is testing the effects of you being lifted. If you
|
||||
\ tune out, I can't determine whether you are just being very excited or
|
||||
\ in danger, okay? I need you to be conscious, I need you to actively monitor
|
||||
\ your own condition and I need you to tell me if anything is wrong."
|
||||
|
||||
I understand. I'm just... It's just... Fucking hell.
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh man, if you can't then you can't, don't go blaming yourself again. I just
|
||||
\ wanted to do several things at the same time, but we can do it separately.
|
||||
\ Just forget I said anything, I'll watch you, it's okay. Relax, enjoy. Mute,
|
||||
\ it's alright. I just worry too much sometimes."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"In fact, I can make it even better for both of us."
|
||||
|
||||
He goes out. I shuffle around with mixed emotions. I do feel guilt, because
|
||||
\ once again I'm being useless, require extra work from him, and... Yes, I do
|
||||
\ enjoy myself. We've been there, no need to relitigate. Here's a novel idea:
|
||||
\ can I use this guilt I feel now to augment my enjoyment? Don't think so,
|
||||
\ but I can try anyway.
|
||||
|
||||
He's back with a gas mask, and he puts it on me, and then he fits the hose into
|
||||
\ a plastic bottle with water in it and a hole in its side with a straw. What's
|
||||
\ it called, a bong? I don't really smoke. It's exactly as I've imagined he did
|
||||
\ last time, sans one tiny detail. It's cool, even with water it does feel great,
|
||||
\ now every breath I make causes audible bubbling, and it doesn't make it
|
||||
\ that much harder to inhale, just slightly. He puts a chair in front of me
|
||||
\ and sits on it, just watching.
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, I can't resist, the ice under my feet cracks and I go down...
|
||||
|
||||
@@height:20em;
|
||||
@@
|
||||
|
||||
wh-- oh-- ah-- no-- mo-- MO-- PL-- MO-- SH-- SHIT
|
||||
|
||||
[[Did I just come?|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
Certainly feels like I did. I blink rapidly, reality rushing into view again.
|
||||
\ I don't have the gas mask on anymore. Also I'm laying on the floor, arms
|
||||
\ under me and slightly to the side.
|
||||
|
||||
Old Man stands in front of me, his face showing both relief and a bit
|
||||
\ of embarrassment, holding a large contraption.
|
||||
|
||||
"Ground control to major Mute, nod if you copy." -- I nod.
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh man, you went so high this time, I couldn't get to you at all, so
|
||||
\ I figured maybe what would help is... you know... Looks like it did."
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, the metaphor is apt. So I didn't go under, I went up, into orbit, but then
|
||||
\ there was a re-entrance and a bumpy ride through the atmosphere and then
|
||||
\ a touchdown, it fits. Now here I am, the first pony in space-- well,
|
||||
\ a former pony anyway.
|
||||
|
||||
So, what is this in his arms? A long brass tube, some wheels, a belt to transfer
|
||||
\ torque, and an eraser sitting on the top axis, slightly off to the side.
|
||||
\ A steampunk de-orbiting device, I guess.
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh, this? Well, I don't exactly run a sex shop here, so I had to quickly put
|
||||
\ together a... you know... something that vibrates somehow..." -- he turns
|
||||
\ a wheel at the base of the tube, and the top bit shakes. I see. He puts it
|
||||
\ aside. -- "Anyway, the test was a success, let's get you back in shape
|
||||
\ and move along."
|
||||
|
||||
I drink some water and he sits me on the bed, putting my legs on a chair. He
|
||||
\ takes a second chair and starts working his hacksaw again. I guess the chain
|
||||
\ will have to go after all. If we are on an explore mission, it may as well
|
||||
\ stay behind, sure.
|
||||
|
||||
"I don't have a clock, so I can't tell you your new record, but it would
|
||||
\ be enough I'm sure."
|
||||
|
||||
Time to start collecting things I'm good at. First item on the list: hanging
|
||||
\ in bondage. I'll take my victories wherever I can I guess.
|
||||
|
||||
"I'm watching radiation, so far nothing to worry about. We should go as soon
|
||||
\ as possible, I can't imagine what we would achieve just sitting here. If
|
||||
\ the future will bring any change, it's not gonna be for good."
|
||||
|
||||
The future is something I prefer not to think about.
|
||||
|
||||
"So, where to go. The town is out. I've thought about it, and it's simply
|
||||
\ too dangerous. Radiation is the least of my worries, we can see it. Not so much
|
||||
\ all the other stuff, like poisons or diseases, and what if there are
|
||||
\ hostiles there. No."
|
||||
|
||||
I'm thinking about urban ruins with mutants and zombies, and two of us in bright
|
||||
\ yellow suits, which we don't even have. Yeah, I can see how it might go
|
||||
\ slightly sideways.
|
||||
|
||||
"But I know a place we can check out. Not far, maybe three or four hours away,
|
||||
\ so we can be back before night hopefully. I think we should go in the morning.
|
||||
\ It's evening now. It's a gas station, what's left of it, I hope there would be
|
||||
\ something of use in there."
|
||||
|
||||
One link is now cut in one place, at a minimum we'll need another cut like this.
|
||||
|
||||
"We need to remove the metal thing off your arms and then we'll have to deal
|
||||
\ with plastic. The steel looks high quality and it's thick, I'm afraid this
|
||||
\ hacksaw will not be enough. I mean given enough time and blades it can go
|
||||
\ through anything I suppose, but we may find something better.
|
||||
\ ~~Also I don't have infinite blades.~~"
|
||||
|
||||
Oh good, now I start blaming myself for his hacksaw blades being used on my
|
||||
\ useless person. Come on Mute, would you in his place be annoyed or would you
|
||||
\ be glad that you can help? What better use is there for the blades than
|
||||
\ to free another human being from chains she put on herself?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
[[Fucking hell, I'm all over the place.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,55 @@
|
|||
"Mute the Pony, welcome to the secret bunker of Pony Corps. I will be your
|
||||
\ commanding officer, callsign Master, and I will be in charge of your
|
||||
\ orientation. In order to determine your rank and specialization you'll be
|
||||
\ given a set of tests. Failure will result in punishment. You may not
|
||||
\ initiate communication, you will address me properly at all times, you will
|
||||
\ answer immediately and truthfully. Upon receiving an order you will comply
|
||||
\ fully and without hesitation. Futhermore, you may not come without permission.
|
||||
\ Any questions? Good."
|
||||
|
||||
He's wearing what looks like some attempt at a uniform and a balaclava. It became
|
||||
\ very hot very quickly. Like I didn't expect anything remotely close to this.
|
||||
\ He's a natural. What was he saying about not exploring topic of porn existing?
|
||||
|
||||
"Already failing, are we?" -- I must have missed something, how inconsiderate of me.
|
||||
\ Master deserves my undivided attention. Oooooh that's good, that's soooo goooood...
|
||||
|
||||
A sharp smack on my butt. I'm afraid I'll fail every test if this continues, I'm just too
|
||||
\ deep already. ALREADY! I am a submissive bondage slut after all, now that's just undeniable.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mute the Pony, you have to listen to me, come on! As I've said twice already,
|
||||
\ the first test is ready, follow me."
|
||||
|
||||
We move to a room I haven't visited before. In it stands a cycling machine.
|
||||
\ Fitness? No, I guess a generator. He helps me on it, mumbles something,
|
||||
\ then helps me off it, adjusts the height of the seat, then helps me
|
||||
\ on it again. Then he ties a rope to my collar and fixes it up to the ceiling,
|
||||
\ tightening it so that when I sit upright it pulls on the harness just slightly.
|
||||
\ The bunker is chilly, but I guess I won't be cold in a minute.
|
||||
|
||||
"Now, I expect results. Give it everything you've got, don't slack off. You may start."
|
||||
|
||||
So I start. He stands near. Pedals move with some resistance, but not, like,
|
||||
\ hard. If I'm gonna be here for some time I have to pace myself. I pick up
|
||||
\ a steady rhythm and a song pops up in my head. So far, easy.
|
||||
|
||||
He leaves, but shortly returns and puts some cloth over my eyes.
|
||||
|
||||
"Good, keep it up, don't stop."
|
||||
|
||||
Oh shit, that's very hot, I'm horny. But I may not come without permission, and
|
||||
\ I can't ask for permission. That makes me so much more horny. The things in
|
||||
\ the thing contribute to the excitement as well. I drool all over, oh fuck
|
||||
\ I'm already desperate to come, and the real game hasn't even begun yet.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
SHARP PAIN ACROSS MY TITS! What? Oh shit, I slowed down, deep in my dreams.
|
||||
\ I pick up speed again.
|
||||
|
||||
"Disappointing behaviour." -- He sounds geniunely dismissive. -- "Stop dreaming, focus.
|
||||
\ There may be something good for you in it -- IF you demonstrate you deserve it."
|
||||
|
||||
Oh, oh, oh, "something good" sounds good, [[I shall focus indeed.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,42 @@
|
|||
Okay, how to focus though. Music. Let's sync to a song, any song.
|
||||
\ What's playing? No matter, left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right...
|
||||
|
||||
I'm slightly out of breath now, but I can't stop or slow down.
|
||||
|
||||
Left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right.
|
||||
|
||||
I try to ignore arousal with all my might, but the work is monotonous, and
|
||||
\ I can't keep myself from dreaming. I can't. Left-right? Left?
|
||||
|
||||
I shake my head with energy. FOCUS. Pop songs won't do, what I need is a march.
|
||||
|
||||
Left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right-left-right.
|
||||
|
||||
Now I'm seriously tired, legs also. What started as slight resistance now feels
|
||||
\ like I'm cycling uphill and against wind. I start to stand up to press
|
||||
\ the pedals with the weight of my body. That's not good, not good at all,
|
||||
\ I will be completely out of energy in five minutes.
|
||||
|
||||
"Let's squeeze you out then." -- reading thoughts now? Oh, Master, you're
|
||||
\ the best. This useless pony doesn't deserve you.
|
||||
|
||||
The method of squeezing is simple, he whips my tits in rhythm. THAT FEELS
|
||||
\ SO GOOD and also does provide incentive to keep cycling for just a bit
|
||||
\ longer. And a bit longer. And a bit longer again. And again. But all
|
||||
\ things come to an end and here I am now, completely unable to continue.
|
||||
\ He whips me a couple more times to no effect except me jerking and we are done.
|
||||
|
||||
At least I'm less horny now because of exhaustion. I wouldn't expect I've
|
||||
\ passed this test honestly, I guess "something good" is reserved for good ponies.
|
||||
|
||||
"Unacceptable." -- yeah, thought so. -- "You will be punished."
|
||||
|
||||
He pulls me from the bike and drops on the floor. Well, more like it's that
|
||||
\ I drop like a sack of potatoes while he helps me not to hit my head.
|
||||
\ He also removes my blindfold.
|
||||
|
||||
I suck on the gag. I'm very tired but also very happy.
|
||||
|
||||
[[The punishment is suprising.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,42 @@
|
|||
"You will now listen to a boring story. You are not allowed to develop
|
||||
\ interest in it."
|
||||
|
||||
That's creative. The room is still chilly, so I'm sitting on the floor,
|
||||
\ legs crossed, wrapped up in a blanket.
|
||||
|
||||
"There was a boy who lived in a town." -- hey hey hey, it's obviously his
|
||||
\ backstory. Not being allowed to be interested is a punishment indeed. I roll
|
||||
\ my eyes. Yes, I'm bored already, I don't have to be punished for failing to
|
||||
\ get punished, come on. At least I can take punishment like a good pony, right?
|
||||
|
||||
"This boy liked to hike. Once, he was deep in the woods and he came across
|
||||
\ a hatch in the ground. He dropped a pin at the map and went on his way."
|
||||
|
||||
I yawn.
|
||||
|
||||
"Hey, no sleeping. Then years went by. The boy, being a boy, liked to jerk off.
|
||||
\ While he was jerking off, he often fantasized about stuff. In particular,
|
||||
\ he often fantasized about kidnapping a girl and keeping her as his sex slave
|
||||
\ in what was under the hatch. In his fantasies it was a sex dungeon with
|
||||
\ all kinds of bondage equipment, cages, chains, whips and all that."
|
||||
|
||||
Is he really talking about himself? Oh, sorry, I'm bored out of my mind.
|
||||
|
||||
"But you see, this fantasy only worked on one condition: the girl had to like it.
|
||||
\ She was always horny and always enjoyed whatever the boy had in store for her.
|
||||
\ She begged the boy for a deepthroat, with a huge ring gag in her mouth,
|
||||
\ she liked anal so much that she'd come multiple times just thinking about it."
|
||||
|
||||
I close my eyes, but shake myself up. I'm not sleeping!
|
||||
|
||||
"Every time the boy'd come, he was deeply ashamed of his fantasies afterwards."
|
||||
|
||||
He's just sitting there, silent.
|
||||
|
||||
"The punishment is concluded, time for a second test."
|
||||
|
||||
This boring story is some tasty food for later thought.
|
||||
|
||||
[[Let's see what the second test is about.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,37 @@
|
|||
It's about several things. A rope is linking the collar and the armbinder's end,
|
||||
\ and it's fixed to the ceiling in the middle, so it's about me being strung up.
|
||||
|
||||
On the other, umm, hand, there's a hose in my buttplug, it's long enough that
|
||||
\ I can step on it to stop the water, so it's about me giving myself an enema.
|
||||
\ The point is to take as much as possible. The water is cold, but the
|
||||
\ air temperature is comfortable now. Of course I don't wear anything, why would I.
|
||||
|
||||
Not much to say about this one. I'm uncomfortable, it's humiliating, large enemas
|
||||
\ are icky, especially when you are not laying down, I like it, I'm horny again,
|
||||
\ and this time I don't really need to focus, so I'm deep in my dreams.
|
||||
|
||||
Master decides to stop adding more water and puts the cap in, so now it's about
|
||||
\ me just standing there waiting. It's not nothing. My legs are still tired,
|
||||
\ the hooves shift the weight forward, the water inside reminds of itself,
|
||||
\ the arms are bent up. Master blindfolds me again.
|
||||
|
||||
Time passes and I start to shuffle around. Then I feel something touching on
|
||||
\ my crotch. Then it starts vibrating! Oooooh, I can't come without permission!
|
||||
|
||||
"You may not come without permission. Now vibrate yourself."
|
||||
|
||||
I press against the thing. Ooooooooooh it's torture, I tell you. I want to come
|
||||
\ SO MUCH, and the fact that I'm not allowed to makes me want it even more.
|
||||
|
||||
Long story short, I do come. Without permission. Yes, there were many erotic
|
||||
\ sounds -- in my head of course, do I need to spell them out? Come on.
|
||||
\ I don't even remember much, it was just SO BAD and SO GOOD and... and then,
|
||||
\ the orgasm... FUCKING FUCK THE ORGASM! Anyway.
|
||||
|
||||
"This is completely unacceptable. You will be punished." -- of course,
|
||||
\ I didn't expect anything else.
|
||||
|
||||
Master removes my blindfold. I hope my punishment will be severe,
|
||||
\ [[this pony needs a tough lesson.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
"First you will empty your bowels into the septic tank in full view
|
||||
\ of your superior."
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, it's humiliating. I would like it later, when I'm horny again, but now
|
||||
\ it's just humiliating. Good, I'm not supposed to like my punishments,
|
||||
\ that's the whole point.
|
||||
|
||||
So the "stuff" goes out again, but this time there's more of it and Master
|
||||
\ is watching with disapproval. It actually feels like punishment, like
|
||||
\ jokes aside. Again, good.
|
||||
|
||||
"You will now empty your bladder into your water bucket."
|
||||
|
||||
I piss into my water. I didn't expect this from him. That's, let's say advanced.
|
||||
\ Okay, maybe intermedi-- What are you saying Mute? Of course Master would
|
||||
\ exceed my expectations! I'm so unbelievably lucky to have Master as my
|
||||
\ commanding officer! Shame I'm a complete disaster of a pony. Came without
|
||||
\ permission, what a disgrace to the Corps.
|
||||
|
||||
"You will now be force fed."
|
||||
|
||||
It actually meant what we already did before, but now with shameful connotations.
|
||||
\ It also meant I ate more food this time, to the point of complete fullness.
|
||||
\ I couldn't just stop eating, I had to eat all I was given.
|
||||
|
||||
"You will now spend time in isolation. Orientation will continue tomorrow.
|
||||
\ You may sleep on a blanket."
|
||||
|
||||
He left and closed the door. I lay on a blanket. Punishment by lack of punishment,
|
||||
\ such incediousness.
|
||||
|
||||
Sooooo... How is now different from what I did back home? It's like I never left,
|
||||
\ except the TV is missing and there's no windows. I start to become aroused
|
||||
\ again. The first test, the one with the generator, was quite tiring, so maybe
|
||||
\ I should catch some Z's...
|
||||
|
||||
~~"Oh, man!"~~
|
||||
|
||||
The door opens.
|
||||
|
||||
"Pony Corps regulations: no pony should go to sleep with unbrushed teeth. Get up,
|
||||
\ follow me."
|
||||
|
||||
I'm surprised he has toothpaste. Brushing wasn't that bad, most places the brush
|
||||
\ could reach by itself. Where it couldn't, Master would gently push the gag
|
||||
\ inside, and it felt really good, like REALLY GOOD. Fuck, I'm horny again.
|
||||
\ I pant heavily, I'm wet. Master looks at me, then looks away.
|
||||
|
||||
"Go back to your quarters."
|
||||
|
||||
Why wouldn't I control myself in front of Master, stupid pony. I go back and lay
|
||||
\ down again. The door opens. Master throws a pillow near my head.
|
||||
|
||||
"Get your head on a pillow, lay ass up. Arms up."
|
||||
|
||||
I do that. Master starts spanking me, and that's FUCKING HEAVEN...
|
||||
|
||||
"..."
|
||||
|
||||
Master is shaking me.
|
||||
|
||||
"MUTE THE PONY" -- he speaks loudly into my ear. I look at him.
|
||||
|
||||
"You may not enjoy your punishment. Go drink your water."
|
||||
|
||||
Oh shit, I get to drink my piss in front of Master?! THAT'S SO HOT! Sorry Master,
|
||||
\ I'm such a worthless pony, I can't even take my punishment right.
|
||||
\ I do enjoy it, so very much!
|
||||
|
||||
I drink until he stops me, then sit near the bucket. He's thinking.
|
||||
|
||||
"I guess it can't be helped. Lay on your back."
|
||||
|
||||
He pulls a chair, sits atop of me and starts moving his boot up and down
|
||||
\ my crotch over the plastic.
|
||||
|
||||
"You may not come without permission."
|
||||
|
||||
Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit OOOOH SHIT
|
||||
|
||||
Occasionally he presses his boot against the dildo. I'm like a grenade without
|
||||
\ the pin now, holding my own lever by the skin of my teeth. My head
|
||||
\ is bouncing around, thank goodness there's a pillow.
|
||||
|
||||
"You may come."
|
||||
|
||||
I do. Very much so.
|
||||
|
||||
"Now then, isolation. I'll leave the pillow, you may use it. And that's an order."
|
||||
|
||||
He puts the chair back and leaves.
|
||||
|
||||
Ooooh that was good. I'm out of breath. Master is too kind. I didn't deserve
|
||||
\ any of this, yet here I am, one extremely happy pony.
|
||||
|
||||
[[I fall asleep shortly.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
I wake up alone. It's warm, the light is dim, I'm relaxed. Oh right, orientation,
|
||||
\ I look forward to it. I suck on the gag. So far it's been being completely
|
||||
\ amazing. Master... eh, let's drop the act for a second. Old man is doing
|
||||
\ everything exactly right for me to be the happiest girl in the universe.
|
||||
\ Oh shit, I'm horny again. I will just lay here and take my isolation punishment.
|
||||
\ I will patiently wait for Master to come in and take me to the next test,
|
||||
\ until then I will once again dive deep into my dreams, no helping it.
|
||||
\ This drooling sure makes me thirsty quick. Oh, right. Now I'm even more horny.
|
||||
\ Oh Master, you're the best...
|
||||
|
||||
The door opens.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mute the Pony, it's time for another test. Get up."
|
||||
|
||||
I get up. This pony wants to pee. I must have made it visible.
|
||||
|
||||
"You are not allowed to soil yourself. You will go when ordered to,
|
||||
\ not before. Patience."
|
||||
|
||||
Ooooh, that's hot! Master ties my collar to the ceiling again, that is also
|
||||
\ very hot. Blindfold again? Fuck yeah!
|
||||
|
||||
"You will clack your hooves in rhythm. Bonus points for creativity."
|
||||
|
||||
I hear stomping and start clacking. Left-right-left-right. Then he starts to sing.
|
||||
|
||||
Hear the clacking of horseshoes
|
||||
See our harnesses and hooves
|
||||
Don't mistake us for some whores
|
||||
We are proud Pony Corps
|
||||
|
||||
Isn't this an army marching song? One man leads and the company repeats, right?
|
||||
|
||||
We are prancing on a road
|
||||
Don't mistake us for some broads
|
||||
Standard issue nipple bells
|
||||
We will serve our owners well
|
||||
|
||||
His voice is good. Bonus points for creativity go to you, old man.
|
||||
|
||||
We are turning on a bend
|
||||
We don't come without command
|
||||
Everything we're told we do
|
||||
We don't talk unless talked to
|
||||
|
||||
The lore is expanding. Lyrics come through and resonate. Oh yeah, I picture
|
||||
\ myself prancing on a road, turning on a bend -- yeah, sure -- singing this
|
||||
\ song, together with fellow ponies. We are cadets in Pony Corps academy,
|
||||
\ training for service. I start lifting my legs higher, like I am prancing.
|
||||
|
||||
See our tits and see our butts
|
||||
Don't mistake us for some sluts
|
||||
Always ready for some more
|
||||
We are proud Pony Corps
|
||||
|
||||
I see what you did there. Not a slut, huh? I keep clacking some more and then
|
||||
\ he starts playing harmonica! Quite good actually, following the same melody,
|
||||
\ but adding bits and pieces here and there. I'm not even horny anymore, what
|
||||
\ we do here is bona fide ART. I don't know about my own creativity, but I want
|
||||
\ to try. Now I'm not on a march, now I'm dancing.
|
||||
|
||||
I start adding clacks. Left-right-left-left-right. Oooh, something's coming,
|
||||
\ I feel it. Keeping the tempo, I just clack away without thinking. I can't
|
||||
\ describe what I do, I don't know the words. Syncopate? Offbeat? Anyway,
|
||||
\ I like it, I like it very much, we should do it again sometimes. I think I have
|
||||
\ a silly smile on my face. Shame I can't do a drumroll, fast clacking is hard.
|
||||
|
||||
He stops playing, I keep clacking. Without music extra fanciness sounds
|
||||
\ a bit out of place, I return to a basic left-right.
|
||||
|
||||
"You may stop."
|
||||
|
||||
I stop immediately with one leg in the air. I put the leg down.
|
||||
|
||||
"Acceptable. You will not be punished."
|
||||
|
||||
What? Did I really pass? Oh, Master, you are too kind.
|
||||
|
||||
"Another test will start without delay."
|
||||
|
||||
[[And so it does.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
"Squat down".
|
||||
|
||||
I'm still blindfolded. I comply. It sounds like he put a bucket underneath me.
|
||||
|
||||
"Empty your bladder."
|
||||
|
||||
I'm not horny enough to enjoy it outright, so I enjoy it indirectly. Pissing
|
||||
\ in a bucket in front of Master? How humiliating! He takes the bucket away.
|
||||
|
||||
"Now lay on the bed, ass up. You may not come without permission."
|
||||
|
||||
I lay down. Then he does several things to me. First, he puts what I guess
|
||||
\ are cotton balls in my ears, then he puts a gas mask over my head, right
|
||||
\ on top of the gag and the blindfold. Then he folds my legs and ties them
|
||||
\ quite tight so they stay folded. Then he ties the chain to the collar,
|
||||
\ I have to arch back slightly. I can't really move or hear all that much,
|
||||
\ can't see anything, this is so hot. Then the final ace is played. Suddenly
|
||||
\ it requires some effort to breathe and I smell pee. SHIIIIIIT it hits
|
||||
\ the spot so hard, I'm thrown off the rock of reality right into the depths
|
||||
\ of my dreams. I make a splash and go down like a ton of bricks...
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
"MUTE THE PONY THIS IS UTTERLY UNACCEPTABLE!"
|
||||
|
||||
~~"oh man, you are not allowed to scare your superior"~~
|
||||
|
||||
"Result is inconclusive, but you will be punished anyway."
|
||||
|
||||
Sorry, old man, this is not something I have control over.
|
||||
\ You are just too good, all right?
|
||||
|
||||
He takes a broom and fixes it to my armbinder.
|
||||
|
||||
"You will clean the secret bunker. Go on."
|
||||
|
||||
It's actually doable, I start sweeping. How is this punishment? It's the least
|
||||
\ I can do. Ooooh, so this is what you're up to, eh? You intergrate the roleplay
|
||||
\ into normal life. You feed me, give me water, let me relieve myself, let me
|
||||
\ sleep, entertain me, even let me be of at least some help, but at the same time
|
||||
\ you do it in a way that I can be in the act the whole time. All this with
|
||||
\ no experience? This is some world-class talent, I tell you. Well, why would
|
||||
\ I let all this effort go to waste? So this is punishment right? Let's
|
||||
\ get punished, I have vivid imagination. Oh look, I'm horny again.
|
||||
|
||||
I dream about the Academy. If I miss a single speck of dust I will be punished
|
||||
\ for real, maybe locked in a tiny cage with a ring gag and put on a blowjob duty
|
||||
\ for a week. I am thorough, I clean every nook and cranny as well as I can, given
|
||||
\ limited mobility. I'm so horny now even blowjob duty doesn't sound all bad.
|
||||
\ The real punishment is something else, it's Master's disappointment. I want to be
|
||||
\ a good pony not because I'm afraid, it's because I'm greatful. And the best reward
|
||||
\ is for him to call me a good pony, and not just because he's kind to me, but
|
||||
\ because he really thinks so. That, and an orgasm. An orgasm would also be nice.
|
||||
\ Fuck I'm desperate, in a good way.
|
||||
|
||||
The bunker is not exactly large, I think I've cleaned everywhere now, aggregating
|
||||
\ everything into a single dustmound near the airlock. Do I wash the floor now?
|
||||
\ I'll need help with that. Also is it okay to spend water like this?
|
||||
|
||||
"Done? Good. I'll take it from here."
|
||||
|
||||
He unfixes the broom and puts it aside.
|
||||
|
||||
"Your next test is ready."
|
||||
|
||||
[[I can't wait.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
"You will engage in erotic behaviour of your choice. Your superior will be watching."
|
||||
|
||||
Interesting. I'm standing in the middle of the room, blindfolded, unsure what to do.
|
||||
\ Dance? No. Pose? No. Just lay down? No. What the fuck Mute, you are a professional,
|
||||
\ this is right up your alley. Struggle? No. So far I'm just standing, doing nothing.
|
||||
\ This is not good. Shit, this is actually hard. Okay, I have to do something while
|
||||
\ I'm thinking. Ummm... What direction is he again? FUCK. I start moving my ass,
|
||||
\ turning around slowly to cover full circle. I can move my hands up and down and
|
||||
\ from side to side, so I do that. I also do something resembling smacking my butt,
|
||||
\ but abandon it soon. I am very disappointed with myself. I thought I had one thing
|
||||
\ I can do well, and it turns out I can't. Fucking hell. If only there was something
|
||||
\ I can grind my crotch against, that might pass as erotic behaviour, maybe. None
|
||||
\ of this feels right. I stop and drop my head, then lay down on the floor
|
||||
\ and don't move. I am such a failure.
|
||||
|
||||
"Unacceptable. You will be punished."
|
||||
|
||||
~~"stupid useless pony, can't even help her superior relax a little"~~
|
||||
|
||||
He takes the blindfold away and leaves.
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
[[Oh.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
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|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
[[oh shit|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,61 @@
|
|||
That cuts deep. Self-deprecating humour is one thing, being called useless
|
||||
\ by others is another entirely. I know he doesn't mean it, but still. And what
|
||||
\ if he does? Oooooh fuck that hurts. That actually, really hurts. What am I
|
||||
\ doing here? What am I doing to him? This man obviously does not want a pony,
|
||||
\ he wants a friend, he wants a wife, he wants a daughter, he needs company.
|
||||
\ Instead he gets a mute bound sex junkie that requires so much of his time.
|
||||
\ I start crying. Not because I'm hurt, but because I hurt him. There is
|
||||
\ an injustice going on and I'm the perpetrator, and I can't do anything
|
||||
\ to stop it...
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh shit, Mute, what happened? Are you in pain? What can I do to help?"
|
||||
|
||||
I cry harder. This man is SO KIND TO ME and what do I do? Now I get him
|
||||
\ worried? Fucking hell, just kill me already, like what the fuck Mute, you are
|
||||
SO
|
||||
HORRIBLE!
|
||||
|
||||
He lifts me up and takes to bed. I need to do something, I need to explain
|
||||
\ what's happening. I get up and start writing as fast as I can.
|
||||
|
||||
I A M A B A D P O N Y I N E E D R E A L P U N I S H M E N T P L E A S E
|
||||
\ D E S T R O Y M Y A S S M A K E I T G O B L A C K I D O N T L I K E
|
||||
\ M Y S E L F N O W I N E E D T O B E C O M E B E T T E R P L E A S E
|
||||
\ B E A T M E P L E A S E P L E A S E P L
|
||||
|
||||
He slaps me on my cheek quite hard.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mute, listen to me." -- he pulls the balaclava off -- "What you ask for
|
||||
\ will not make you better. It will make you broken. Do you want to hide under
|
||||
\ a bed every time you hear a clap? You don't. PTSD doesn't make people better.
|
||||
\ Nor ponies."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
He is entirely right of course, I'm being a colossal idiot. I move
|
||||
\ with grace now. I take a step towards him, turn around and start
|
||||
\ writing slower, like a lady would.
|
||||
|
||||
I s t a n d c o r r e c t e d . Y o u a r e r i g h t .
|
||||
\ W h a t m a t t e r s i s I f e e l g u i l t y a n d I d o n ' t l i k e i t ,
|
||||
\ b u t w h a t m a t t e r s m o s t i s t h a t I n e e d y o u t o l i k e m e .
|
||||
\ P l e a s e d o w h a t y o u t h i n k w i l l m a k e m e w o r t h y
|
||||
\ f o r y o u t o l i k e m e . I w a n t t o b e a b e t t e r p
|
||||
|
||||
I stop for a second.
|
||||
|
||||
e r s o n .
|
||||
|
||||
I bow. This is not enough. I get on my knees and touch the floor with my head.
|
||||
\ Then I wait. Then I wait some more.
|
||||
|
||||
"Fine."
|
||||
|
||||
And I wait some more.
|
||||
|
||||
"Lay on the bed, ass up. Remind yourself of what it is you feel guilty about.
|
||||
\ Feel remorse."
|
||||
|
||||
[[I lay down.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
What is it that I feel guilty about? What is it that I don't would be easier
|
||||
\ to answer. Look at me, what do you see? A camwhore. Did my dad want me
|
||||
\ to grow up like this? If he'd knew what I did for money, would he be proud
|
||||
\ of me? Why was I away from him? Why didn't we enter the endtimes together?
|
||||
\ What must he'd been through, his daughter missing or dead? Oh dad,
|
||||
\ I'm so sorry, I'M SO SORRY!
|
||||
|
||||
And what must had Liz felt when she heard about... the situation? SHE LEFT ME
|
||||
\ HELPLESS IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING APOCALYPSE! She must have never forgiven
|
||||
\ herself! What a torture, and it's me who's the reason for her anguish. Oh Liz,
|
||||
\ you'd blamed yourself so much, but you have done nothing wrong, it was
|
||||
\ my decision, my responsibility! I've hurt you so much!
|
||||
|
||||
Then here's the old man, the one that would gladly give his right arm for me,
|
||||
\ he would do ANYTHING for me to be happy, and what do I do to him? He wrote
|
||||
\ poetry for me! POETRY! And all I can do is ~~come without permission~~
|
||||
\ that aside, all I can do is require more work from him, AND I CAN'T EVEN
|
||||
\ HELP HIM RELAX A LITTLE, oooooh I'm such a disaster, such a failure,
|
||||
\ such a WORTHLESS USELESS PIECE OF ME...
|
||||
|
||||
[[The door opens.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
"Mute the Pony" -- he clears his throat -- "You are a disgrace to Pony Corps.
|
||||
\ For your crimes you will be punished. Said crimes are reclassified top secret
|
||||
\ and may not be mentioned again. Furthermore you are discharged from the Corps.
|
||||
\ You may keep your uniform, but you may no longer consider yourself a pony.
|
||||
\ You are a person with a clean record."
|
||||
|
||||
First he ties my legs to the sides of the bed, pulling them apart as far as
|
||||
\ the chain allows. Next he puts a gas mask on me and tucks a pillow under
|
||||
\ my head. Finally he coils a rope around my waist, pulling it through a ring
|
||||
\ at the end of the armbinder. My ass is exposed and I can't really move.
|
||||
|
||||
I should clarify, I don't like being in pain, unless I'm horny, and now I'm not,
|
||||
\ at all. What's happening now is not about me getting off, it's about me being
|
||||
\ genuinely punished, like, for real. Fear starts spreading inside me, I feel
|
||||
\ weak and shakey. If I could talk I would be pleading for mercy, and not
|
||||
\ in a playful way. I think my eyes should be indicating terror, but he's
|
||||
\ not looking in them now. Good. I brought this to myself, I've put myself into
|
||||
\ this situation quite intentionally. I don't want this, but I do need this,
|
||||
\ I meant everything I've said to him. This is not an impulsive whim.
|
||||
|
||||
Was I saying to myself while he's been busy working on my ass. He started quite
|
||||
\ gently, spanking me with his hands, now it's actually painful,
|
||||
\ I think he's using a book. I hope it's Crime and Punishment.
|
||||
|
||||
Suddenly I feel great weight on my back and as I exhale the air is cut off.
|
||||
|
||||
Nothing happens.
|
||||
|
||||
Then everything went white.
|
||||
|
||||
FFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--
|
||||
|
||||
Then I can breathe again.
|
||||
|
||||
FUCK SHIT DICK BOLLOCKS MOTHERFUCKER CUNT ASS TITS FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
|
||||
|
||||
The air is cut off again.
|
||||
|
||||
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO
|
||||
|
||||
EAOUWIYAOOEIUARGH
|
||||
|
||||
I can breathe again.
|
||||
|
||||
PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
|
||||
\ PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
|
||||
\ PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
|
||||
\ PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
|
||||
\ PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
|
||||
\ PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
|
||||
PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN PAIN
|
||||
|
||||
The air is cut off again.
|
||||
|
||||
OH GOD PLEASE NO
|
||||
|
||||
PLEASE NO
|
||||
|
||||
I thrash and writhe in absolute desperation.
|
||||
|
||||
I'LL BE GOOD I'LL DO ANYTHING I'LL NEVER HURT ANYONE AGAIN NO
|
||||
|
||||
NO?
|
||||
|
||||
I can breathe again.
|
||||
|
||||
"The punishment is concluded. You may apply to Pony Corps once more when
|
||||
\ you prove yourself worthy."
|
||||
|
||||
I hear the door open and close.
|
||||
|
||||
it hurts it ooooooh hurts it hurts so much it hurts it please hurts it hurts
|
||||
\ everything it hurts it sorry hurts it hurts ass it hurts it i'll hurts
|
||||
\ it hurts be it hurts it good hurts it hurts i it hurts it don't hurts
|
||||
\ it hurts want it hurts it seconds hurts it hurts this it hurts it is hurts
|
||||
\ it hurts justice it hurts it justice hurts it hurts first it hurts it mute
|
||||
\ hurts it hurts last it hurts it PAIN hurts it hurts WILL it hurts it GO
|
||||
\ hurts it hurts AWAY it hurts it MUTE hurts it hurts STAYS it hurts it BETTER
|
||||
\ hurts it hurts because it hurts it mute hurts it hurts wants it hurts it to
|
||||
\ hurts it hurts like it hurts it mute hurts it hurts mute it hurts it wants
|
||||
\ hurts it hurts justice it hurts it hurts
|
||||
|
||||
The door opens. My ropes are untied and the gas mask is removed.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mute the Person, welcome to the secret bunker of People Corps. I will be your
|
||||
\ commanding officer, callsign Old Man and I like you already!"
|
||||
|
||||
I can't-- I don't-- I-- I--
|
||||
|
||||
"There there, no need for tears."
|
||||
|
||||
Hey, what was that about clean record? Is it okay for me to start from scratch?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
This man is a saint, I tell you, and a clever bastard. I like you too, Old Man.
|
||||
|
||||
[[I smile at him.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,167 @@
|
|||
"Man, I hope it helped, because I'm NOT doing this again."
|
||||
|
||||
His hands are shaking.
|
||||
|
||||
"I'm not hurting you again Mute, ever, even if you insist."
|
||||
|
||||
H E Y I T W A S N T B A D I C A N T A K E M O R E
|
||||
|
||||
Can I though? It was intense, like I wasn't enjoying myself. Which was
|
||||
\ the point of course.
|
||||
|
||||
T H A N K S O L D M A N I T D I D H E L P I M B E T T E R N O W
|
||||
|
||||
"I bet what you were eating yourself over is some trivial matter like being
|
||||
\ late for dinner or something."
|
||||
|
||||
C L A S S I F I E D
|
||||
|
||||
"Yeah, bummer. I have no clearance in Pony Corps."
|
||||
|
||||
J O K E S A S I D E C A L M D O W N
|
||||
|
||||
Y O U D I D N T H U R T M E I T S N O T H I N G
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh yeah? You should see your bum. Try sitting on it."
|
||||
|
||||
OOOoooh that hurts that hurts
|
||||
PATIENCE that hurts
|
||||
that hurts THIS MAN DID SO MUCH FOR YOU that hurts
|
||||
hurts hurts BITE THE PAIN hurts ooooh hurts
|
||||
that hurts WHATEVER THAT HURTS hurts
|
||||
oooh CONSUME EVERYTHING THAT HURTS hurts yes that hurts
|
||||
|
||||
Hey, that was a good song by the way. I smile at him again.
|
||||
|
||||
E A S Y
|
||||
|
||||
"You are a tough cookie Mute, I'll give you that."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"I made you ~~drink your own pee...~~"
|
||||
|
||||
T H A T W A S B R I L L I A N T Y O U A R E S O G O O D
|
||||
|
||||
"You are just being kind, just trying to tell me I wasn't a monster I was."
|
||||
|
||||
W H A T
|
||||
|
||||
Jesus Christ, we both need some perspective.
|
||||
|
||||
W E N E E D T O T A L K
|
||||
|
||||
W H E R E D I D M O N S T E R C O M E F R O M
|
||||
|
||||
"Who does that?"
|
||||
|
||||
That... is a deep question.
|
||||
|
||||
A M A N W H O K N O W S W H A T A G X X X X T O O C O C K Y
|
||||
|
||||
Y O U D I D T H A T B E C A U S E I L I K E I T
|
||||
|
||||
"I didn't know you like it! I still don't!"
|
||||
|
||||
I H A D A S A F E S I G N A L
|
||||
|
||||
"I bet you wouldn't use it even if I made you do something horrible."
|
||||
|
||||
T H A T I S N O T T R U E
|
||||
|
||||
I H A V E L I M I T S C O M E O N Y O U J U S T D I D N T H I T T H E M
|
||||
|
||||
"Like what?"
|
||||
|
||||
L I K E E A T I N G
|
||||
|
||||
Fucking hell the things I need to spell out.
|
||||
|
||||
F E C A L M A T T E R
|
||||
|
||||
P I S S I S F I N E E S P E C I A L L Y M Y O W N
|
||||
|
||||
D R I N K I N G Y O U R P I S S I M I G H T O P P O S E
|
||||
|
||||
D E P E N D S O N M O O D
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
H O W E X A C T L Y D I D Y O U M A K E M E
|
||||
|
||||
"What? Oh. Well, I was in a position of authority..."
|
||||
|
||||
A R E Y O U S T I L L I N C H A R A C T E R
|
||||
|
||||
Y O U A R E N O T A C T U A L L Y C A L L S I G N Y O U K N O W
|
||||
|
||||
T H E C O R P S I S N O T R E A L
|
||||
|
||||
"Or is it?" -- good, at least he's smiling now.
|
||||
|
||||
D R O P M O N S T E R S H I T
|
||||
|
||||
Oh look, NOW it came out. Get it? Came out? Whatever.
|
||||
|
||||
Y O U V E D O N E
|
||||
|
||||
I clack several times to underscore the point.
|
||||
|
||||
N O T H I N G
|
||||
|
||||
I clack several times more.
|
||||
|
||||
W R O N G T O M E Y O U V E D O N E
|
||||
|
||||
Clacks.
|
||||
|
||||
E V E R Y T H I N G
|
||||
|
||||
Clacks.
|
||||
|
||||
R I G H T A R E W E C L E A R O L D M A N
|
||||
|
||||
D I D Y O U W A T C H M Y F A C E
|
||||
|
||||
D I D Y O U
|
||||
|
||||
"I did."
|
||||
|
||||
W H A T D I D Y O U S E E
|
||||
|
||||
"A happy pony." -- he sighs.
|
||||
|
||||
W H A T S T H E P R O B L E M A G A I N
|
||||
|
||||
"Valid point."
|
||||
|
||||
D R O P M O N S T E R S H I T I T W A S T H E B E S T T I M E I N M Y L I F E B Y F A R
|
||||
|
||||
Clacks.
|
||||
|
||||
B
|
||||
Y
|
||||
F
|
||||
A
|
||||
R
|
||||
|
||||
Clacks.
|
||||
|
||||
"But then you weren't happy anymore!"
|
||||
|
||||
We go in circles. I wasn't happy because he wasn't happy. He wasn't happy
|
||||
\ because I wasn't happy. I propose we just both be happy and put an end
|
||||
\ to this nonsense.
|
||||
|
||||
I T H A S N O T H I N G T O D O W I T H P I S S
|
||||
|
||||
L E T S G E T M E O U T O F U N I F O R M
|
||||
|
||||
Don't get me wrong, in other circumstances I'd stay his pony till death
|
||||
\ do us part, but sadly this can't be about me being wet all the time. I can't
|
||||
\ enjoy myself at his expence, I just can't. I'll prove myself worthy and apply
|
||||
\ again, until then Mute the Person will focus on being a good girl for Old Man.
|
||||
|
||||
[[I need my arms back.|mute_copy_bunker_person_01]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
As I'm approaching the hospital's entrance, I hear clacking from behind.
|
||||
\ Sounds like two people in high heels.
|
||||
|
||||
"Miss Classified, I'm agent Bunny, this is agent Foxy," -- I stop. I'm fully
|
||||
\ expecting a "come with us" line, but what I hear is something surprising --
|
||||
\ "reporting for service."
|
||||
|
||||
I turn around. Two young women, very similar, twins? One is blonde, the other's
|
||||
\ red. In uniform, passes read "Bunny" on the left -- that's the blonde one --
|
||||
\ and "Foxy" on the right. They look cute, their faces are serious. I think for
|
||||
\ a minute, a bit lost. A bit? No, completely lost. Then I take out the phone,
|
||||
\ where was the search button again? Let's see here, agent Bunny, huh? I message her.
|
||||
|
||||
> Please explain.
|
||||
|
||||
"With pleasure, mam. For the next ten days you are promoted to colonel rank,
|
||||
\ without clearance. Your rank is valid only inside your hospital room. At the
|
||||
\ same time agent Mistress is suspended. You are in charge of her punishment,
|
||||
\ we are to help."
|
||||
|
||||
Well, that's basically what I had in mind all along, except the help part.
|
||||
\ Coincidence? I'm sure I'm under surveillance 24/7, did agent Mistress organized
|
||||
\ it herself? Of course she did. So she wants more punishment? A bullet through
|
||||
\ her body is not punishment enough? No, she wants to be punished by me
|
||||
\ specifically, with the items I have here. You kinky bitch, I'll give you
|
||||
\ your punishment, just you wait. I nod.
|
||||
|
||||
> Understood, your help is welcome.
|
||||
|
||||
As we proceed into the room, my mind is working. When we enter, agent Mistress
|
||||
\ looks up and her face lights up.
|
||||
|
||||
"Hey, Foxy-Bunny, how's life treating ya? Came to visit your old pal? Why so serious?"
|
||||
|
||||
> Please explain her new status to her.
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes, mam! Former agent Mistress, you are a disgrace to the organization. For
|
||||
\ your crimes you will be punished. Until said punishment runs its course, you
|
||||
\ are suspended. Temporarily revoked are your rights to uniform, free speech,
|
||||
\ free movement and bodily autonomy. Colonel Classified will be in charge of
|
||||
\ your punishment. You will now salute your superior."
|
||||
|
||||
While agent Bunny speaks, former agent Mistress' face shows a range of emotions.
|
||||
\ Surprise, fear, acceptance, surprise again, then anticipation. She's
|
||||
\ a good actress, she is-- was an agent after all.
|
||||
|
||||
"Colonel!" -- her hand moves reflexively. Quite a training program they have here.
|
||||
|
||||
No, "former agent Mistress" does not sound right. I can't be fucked to keep using
|
||||
\ her title, and she is in no position to be called Mistress. We need a new name
|
||||
\ for her. Slave? Subject? Prisoner? No. Just a number will do. 28? Sure, why not.
|
||||
|
||||
> Her new designation is 28.
|
||||
|
||||
"You will be referred to as Twenty Eight. You may acknowledge."
|
||||
|
||||
"MAM YES MAM!"
|
||||
|
||||
> Please remove her cover and secure her to the bed. In my hardcase here are some
|
||||
> items you may use.
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes, mam!"
|
||||
|
||||
No hesitation, no surprise, one quickly done job. Her wrists and ankles are fixed
|
||||
\ to the bed now, she didn't show any resistance. She just... submits.
|
||||
|
||||
> Put a blindfold on her.
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes, mam!" -- done.
|
||||
|
||||
> You may stop acknowledging orders.
|
||||
|
||||
Silence. Good.
|
||||
|
||||
> We need to talk, and she doesn't have to listen, can we do that?
|
||||
|
||||
Bunny reaches into Foxy's pocket and fetches a pair of wired earplugs. 40 years
|
||||
\ later, and still wires? Yeah, whatever. She takes out her phone, connects
|
||||
\ earplugs to it, then puts them into 28's ears. She fiddles with the phone
|
||||
\ for a bit, then salutes me.
|
||||
|
||||
I create a new private chat, named "operation 28", and invite agents there,
|
||||
\ as well as Old Man, who justs watches everything without saying a word.
|
||||
\ I show a phone to him, he picks his up.
|
||||
|
||||
> Agents Bunny and Foxy, meet secret agent Old Man. Due to a clerical error
|
||||
> that is being looked into he is not on roster and he doesn't have clearance.
|
||||
> He will take part in the operation as well, under my command.
|
||||
|
||||
"Honour to meet you sir!" -- they speak in unison. Old Man keeps a straight
|
||||
\ face and salutes them back -- "Agents." -- then looks at me and salutes me
|
||||
\ as well -- "Colonel."
|
||||
|
||||
> At ease.
|
||||
|
||||
I switch to Bunny's DMs.
|
||||
|
||||
> Am I your commanding officer? Do you take orders from me?
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes, mam!"
|
||||
|
||||
> Please show the screen to agent Foxy as well. My first order is as follows.
|
||||
> It's a meta-order. Anything I will order or ask you to do should pass through
|
||||
> your judgement filter. I forbid you from following any of my orders if you
|
||||
> deem them not safe, or not sane, or against your organic wish. Effective
|
||||
> immediately. Any questions?
|
||||
|
||||
"No, mam, extremely clear!"
|
||||
|
||||
> Please describe your expertise.
|
||||
|
||||
"With pleasure, mam! Besides standard agent qualifications, I am a trained
|
||||
\ medical nurse, and agent Foxy here is a trained psychology care assitant."
|
||||
|
||||
> Excellent. Please describe your relations to 28.
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes, mam! We were fellow members of a sorority. We had numerous intercourse
|
||||
\ events in the past." -- stated plainly, without emotions.
|
||||
|
||||
> Understood.
|
||||
|
||||
I switch to the chat.
|
||||
|
||||
> What I'm going to tell you now is top secret, it may not be made known
|
||||
> to third parties, in particular to 28 herself. Please acknowledge.
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes, mam!"
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes, mam!"
|
||||
|
||||
"Yes, mam!" -- Old Man plays his role. Does he enjoy it? I'll be watching closely.
|
||||
|
||||
> This operation is not about actually punishing 28. It should look like
|
||||
> punishment, but it is my intention to make her time in suspension enjoyable
|
||||
> and memorable. To this effect we'll be engaging in activities that are often
|
||||
> associated with discomfort and humiliation, but could be pleasurable in other
|
||||
> circumstances. Please also be aware that 28 is recovering from a firearms-related
|
||||
> incident, it's of highest importance that she does not suffer any long-term
|
||||
> physical or psychological harm.
|
||||
|
||||
Agents' faces change just slightly, indicating hints of first relief then sympathy.
|
||||
\ Old Man is not surprised. Still, I need him to know what's going on, what if
|
||||
\ he thinks we actually hurt 28 here? I don't want to hurt people, he knows that,
|
||||
\ but still.
|
||||
|
||||
I switch to agent Bunny's DMs again.
|
||||
|
||||
> Secret agent Old Man has recently returned from a mission. That mission included
|
||||
> him living alone in a small underground space for 40 years. He is also recovering
|
||||
> from a stroke.
|
||||
|
||||
"That's horrible, mam!"
|
||||
|
||||
> Indeed. As a separate part of operation please provide medical and psychological
|
||||
> care for him if possible.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mam, with pleasue, mam!" -- she shows her screen to agent Foxy. Agent Foxy
|
||||
\ just salutes, clacking her shoes.
|
||||
|
||||
> Please follow me outside.
|
||||
|
||||
The three of us leave the room. The corridor is empty and silent.
|
||||
|
||||
> You have training, I'm just a [redacted].
|
||||
|
||||
The good thing about "need to know" basis is that they don't need to know. Also
|
||||
\ it looks funny.
|
||||
|
||||
> Do you need my directions or will you take the "punishment" from here? Any
|
||||
> questions any time, don't hesitate to ask. I'm not your CO outside of the room,
|
||||
> no need to be formal.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mam, we are not that anal. We are trained to follow orders meaningfully, not
|
||||
\ literally. It doesn't suddenly make you not our superior just because
|
||||
\ you've moved an inch."
|
||||
|
||||
I sigh.
|
||||
|
||||
> Can I order you to drop the act for a bit?
|
||||
|
||||
They think a short while, looking at each other. Then agent Foxy speaks politely,
|
||||
\ but firmly.
|
||||
|
||||
"I'm afraid that's a negative, mam. In accordance with your meta-order that
|
||||
\ would be against our organic wish."
|
||||
|
||||
"Please don't take this the wrong way, mam. I'm sure we will be friends later,
|
||||
\ but we already feel you are the best superior we'll ever have. We want to stay
|
||||
\ under your command for as long as possible. Of course you may address us
|
||||
\ any way you wish."
|
||||
|
||||
I sigh again.
|
||||
|
||||
> How old are you?
|
||||
|
||||
"I'm afraid that's classified, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
Fucking hell.
|
||||
|
||||
> Of course. It was just a test, you've passed.
|
||||
|
||||
"Very kind of you, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
> Okay girls, if you insist. If I'm in charge of the operation, I will develop
|
||||
> the course, but I want your professional opinion. Fundamental to the plan is
|
||||
> to keep her horny the entire time. Can she take it?
|
||||
|
||||
"No orgasms, mam?" -- agent Foxy looks concerned.
|
||||
|
||||
> Tempting... but no. Orgasms will be provided -- generously, but at the same time
|
||||
> with implication of scarcity. She must be afraid it's her last one for a long time.
|
||||
|
||||
"Understood, mam. I see no problems here."
|
||||
|
||||
> Before we continue. Agent Bunny, please familiarize yourself with 28's current
|
||||
> health situation and the course of treatment.
|
||||
|
||||
"At once, mam!" -- she's off.
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
I set TTS to a deep, erotic female voice.
|
||||
|
||||
"So, what's up?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Not my dick, that's for sure."
|
||||
|
||||
I smile and visibly cringe at the same time.
|
||||
|
||||
"Excellent humour, secret agent. Care to share comments and opinion on today?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh mam! Totally flabbergasted, mam. 28 must really be a submissive bondage slut
|
||||
\ of highest order to have been doing this to herself."
|
||||
|
||||
"So you think it's her who had the whole thing organized?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Affirmative, mam!"
|
||||
|
||||
"Coincidentally, these are my thoughts too."
|
||||
|
||||
I set TTS back to robotic drone and remove 28's ballgag, drool flows down her
|
||||
\ chest. I gently massage her jaw muscles, she must be in a lot of discomfort
|
||||
\ by now. I also remove her blindfold, I want to see her face. Fucking hell,
|
||||
\ why does she still smell so nice. I lick her face for a bit. She just lays
|
||||
\ passively, with her eyes closed. Her breath starts to deepen. I also lick
|
||||
\ her tits and gently nibble on her nipples. I think she's aroused, her pulse
|
||||
\ is faster.
|
||||
|
||||
I don't want her to spend the night in bondage, so first I unlock her collar,
|
||||
\ letting it just hang from the bed, then I uncuff her wrists, then I look
|
||||
\ at her and I want to play a bit. I lick her belly and massage her belly button
|
||||
\ with my tongue and while I'm here I also lick her crotch, just the upper part.
|
||||
\ She is totally wet by now. I run a finger between her legs and hear
|
||||
\ a little peep. I slap her crotch.
|
||||
|
||||
"si-lence"
|
||||
|
||||
Her face indicates arousal, no helping it I guess.
|
||||
|
||||
"are-you-a-sub-mis-sive-bon-dage-slut"
|
||||
|
||||
"NEGATIVE, MAM!"
|
||||
|
||||
"are-you-wet-now"
|
||||
|
||||
"AFFIRMATIVE, MAM!"
|
||||
|
||||
"ex-plain-con-tra-dic-tion"
|
||||
|
||||
"CLASSIFIED, MAM!"
|
||||
|
||||
I roll my eyes. Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be classified exactly why
|
||||
\ a person is being wet, really. Top secret, I imagine.
|
||||
|
||||
"why-would-you-put-your-self-in-pu-nish-ment-if-you-are-not-in-to-it-do-you-still-feel-guil-ty"
|
||||
|
||||
"AFFIRMATIVE, MAM! I DO STILL FEEL GUILTY, MAM!"
|
||||
|
||||
"you-should-stop"
|
||||
|
||||
"MAM, I CAN'T, MAM!"
|
||||
|
||||
"should-I-pu-nish-you-for-re-al"
|
||||
|
||||
"PERMISSION TO DELIBERATE, MAM!"
|
||||
|
||||
"gran-ted"
|
||||
|
||||
She thinks for a minute. I think as well. Should she choose to, will I be able
|
||||
\ to deliver? I don't think so, actually. I don't hate her by now, she's alright.
|
||||
\ I don't want to hurt her, I want her to stop being hurt.
|
||||
|
||||
"MAM, MY PREFERENCE WOULD BE TO SUFFER MODERATE PAIN AND HUMILIATION. I WILL
|
||||
\ ALSO GLADLY ACCEPT ANY PUNISHMENT YOU TWO DEEM NECESSARY, MAM!"
|
||||
|
||||
All this shouting is becoming old. Also "you two" does not sound very respectful
|
||||
\ anyway. I switch to sexy voice again.
|
||||
|
||||
"Twenty eight, until morning I order you to speak informally, like you would
|
||||
\ to a friend. And stop being so loud."
|
||||
|
||||
"Sure thing, colonel."
|
||||
|
||||
"And call me Mute."
|
||||
|
||||
"Sure thing, Mute."
|
||||
|
||||
Everything is classified, but I can still try, right?
|
||||
|
||||
"What do you think of our secret agent here?"
|
||||
|
||||
"That's a complex question." -- She turns to Old Man -- "First, I very much
|
||||
\ admire your resilience and perseverance. I think in your place I'd kill myself
|
||||
\ a long time ago. By the same token I feel bad for everything you've had
|
||||
\ to go through. It's not like my fault or anything, but I'm sorry for your
|
||||
\ isolation. What IS my fault I'm extremely regretful about. I'm also very
|
||||
\ greatful for everything you've done for Mute."
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh man, you sound like I'm some kind of a real secret agent. I'm nothing
|
||||
\ of a sort, just your ordinary man in a bunker."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"It's true that my health was not up to task, but you should stop eating
|
||||
\ yourself over it, I agree with Mute here. At least kick it down a notch,
|
||||
\ if anything you've saved my life... admittedly, after putting it in danger
|
||||
\ in the first place. Anyway, ~~I don't think you are bad...~~"
|
||||
|
||||
I raise my arm to interject.
|
||||
|
||||
"We've been over this, guys. You won't forgive yourself even if he forgives you,
|
||||
\ yeah, whatever. Now, twenty eight, what do you think about me?"
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"I'll need to get creative."
|
||||
|
||||
"Go ahead."
|
||||
|
||||
She thinks for some time and then starts to sing.
|
||||
|
||||
No kogda sem zvyozd nad tvoyey golovoy vstanut bagryanym serpom
|
||||
I pyaniy okhotnik spustit sobak na prostory tvoyey pustoty
|
||||
Ya vspomnyu vsekh kto krasivey tebya, umneye tebya, luchshe tebya, no
|
||||
Kto iz nikh shyol po bitym styoklam tak zhe graciozno kak ty
|
||||
|
||||
"The rest is classified, Mute." -- of course.
|
||||
|
||||
The significance of what's happened here is huge. I'll deal with it in a second,
|
||||
\ first I have to wrap this up real quick. I switch to robot voice.
|
||||
|
||||
"now-let's-all-a-gree-to-ne-ver-be-cre-a-tive-a-gain-your-pu-nish-ment-will-con-ti-nue-to-mor-row"
|
||||
|
||||
I untie 28's legs and turn off the lights. I need to think really hard here.
|
||||
\ One more thing, sexy voice again.
|
||||
|
||||
"You alright, Old Man? Need anything?"
|
||||
|
||||
"My dick back! Just kidding, I'm fine. I take it's time to hit the hay?
|
||||
\ I don't mind. Good night, Mute. Good night, former agent."
|
||||
|
||||
She silently salutes him and turns away.
|
||||
|
||||
I'll be back with them in a bit, but now I really want to be alone.
|
||||
\ [[I still have a room, right?|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
My thoughts are racing, I need to get them in order. I could use a mind map
|
||||
\ or something, let's at least write something down.
|
||||
|
||||
> 28 sang an excerpt from a song that dad used to sing to me when I was
|
||||
> very little. I barely remember anything about it.
|
||||
|
||||
> I don't even know what language is this, I can't translate the meaning,
|
||||
> but I can recall a broad gist: "when something bad happens, I'll remember
|
||||
> people who are better than you, but none of them has one special quality
|
||||
> that you have."
|
||||
|
||||
> I didn't remember anything about any of it until just now. Looks like
|
||||
> I don't know some important facts about dad, like what's all this about?
|
||||
> Songs in foreign languages? Where was he born? What's his heritage?
|
||||
> Why didn't I ask?
|
||||
|
||||
I'm feeling very sad now. What a catastrophy of a daughter.
|
||||
|
||||
> Most important question: HOW IN THE MILLION FUCKS does 28 know? Is dad alive? What?
|
||||
|
||||
Now I feel angry and frustrated. I demand answers, I need to know, I have
|
||||
\ a right to this information, it concerns me directly! But of course,
|
||||
\ everything is classified. Why? What else is there that I don't know?
|
||||
\ Why do they keep it from me? I kick the wall several times until it hurts,
|
||||
\ then drop on the bed and start to examine the ceiling.
|
||||
|
||||
There is actually another side to this story. Maybe they keep it from me
|
||||
\ for my own sake. 28 doesn't seem evil or malicious to me. What did she express
|
||||
\ with such creativity? One thing to take away would be I'm worthless
|
||||
\ in every way, with a single exception.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Okay, what is this exception?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
What am I good at?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Do I have any special qualities?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
I guess this judgement is not for me to make. Even if there is something special
|
||||
\ about me, I won't be able to determine it.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
I feel helpless, in a bad way. I'm not aroused in the least, I'm sad,
|
||||
\ even depressed. What am I doing here? I want to go home, I want to wake up
|
||||
\ and be back to the life I knew, the life I liked. The world that makes sense,
|
||||
\ with familiar structure and certainty. That world wasn't ideal as well,
|
||||
\ but it was mine, I could predict what's likely to happen next. A stream
|
||||
\ session will end, another will begin, in a couple years I'd make some money...
|
||||
\ Then what? In that world, who would I be in twenty years? Some office worker?
|
||||
\ Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I'd make some connections and secure a job somewhere,
|
||||
\ I don't know, marketing?
|
||||
|
||||
I didn't like to think about the future in that world, because future meant
|
||||
\ a change for the worse. I knew my camera days were temporary, fleeting,
|
||||
\ but that was one way to make a living I was okay with, others --
|
||||
\ realistic ones -- did not induce excitement at all. What, go to college,
|
||||
\ and then? There is nothing I can do... no, more importantly there is nothing
|
||||
\ I want to do. I was paid for doing nothing, that's the point. I like to dream,
|
||||
\ listen to music, read, imagine things. It's not a job.
|
||||
|
||||
I don't want to go home anymore. It's okay, it wasn't really an option anyway.
|
||||
|
||||
I don't want to stay here either. In this alien place twenty floors underground
|
||||
\ where I don't know anybody, don't know what's going on, can't even go most
|
||||
\ places or get any meaningful answers. The future here is not scary, it just doesn't exist.
|
||||
|
||||
At least there I had Liz... and dad... here I don't have anyone. Sure, there's
|
||||
\ Old Man, he's a friend, but in a different way. There are Bunny and Foxy,
|
||||
\ they seem nice, but we've known each other for a single day, that's not nearly
|
||||
\ enough. Agent Mistress seems to know me better than I do myself, but I know
|
||||
\ exactly nothing about her, not even her name. She won't talk anyway, maybe
|
||||
\ after she's out of the bed, but probably not. Fucking hell, I could use
|
||||
\ an old friend right now.
|
||||
|
||||
What, go to hospital, seek treatment? For... loneliness?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Would alcohol help? In media it usually does. I have little experience, I don't
|
||||
\ drink much. I'm wondering whether they can wet your whistle in the canteen,
|
||||
\ at least I'd be walking instead of just laying here in this concrete box.
|
||||
|
||||
I start walking.
|
||||
|
||||
I shouldn't have been thinking that, now I'm starting to feel claustrophobic,
|
||||
\ I need to get out. F. U. C. K. I take out my phone and stare at the chat list
|
||||
\ while walking.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Eeeeh, "security" looks somewhat relevant, -ish, I don't know about this,
|
||||
\ but I need to get out.
|
||||
|
||||
> Requesting permission to go above.
|
||||
|
||||
It took a second for someone to respond.
|
||||
|
||||
>> Hold.
|
||||
|
||||
Well, there are several ways it can go wrong, but too late to worry now I guess.
|
||||
|
||||
>> Permission granted for entrance 418.
|
||||
|
||||
That was easy. Thanks, person... or otherwise... who- or whatever you are.
|
||||
\ Really appreciate it. 418 seems familiar.
|
||||
|
||||
Right, canteen. Not much people inside. Now, how to go about it without being
|
||||
\ extra weird? Oh hey, there are vending machines by the wall, maybe a beer
|
||||
\ in one of them? Snacks, soda, candy, cigarettes... condoms... I don't drink
|
||||
\ condoms-- but then again, that's a thought for a later time. Sandwiches, water,
|
||||
\ ah-ha! Looks like beer to me, I'll take... how much to feel better? Tw-- ree?
|
||||
\ Whatever, it's on the house anyway, I'll take three.
|
||||
|
||||
Now, 418. It sure does seem familiar, I visualize the digits and my mind rings
|
||||
\ the bells. Where did I see this? Is this? Isn't this the bunker, I mean
|
||||
\ THE bunker? On the way down, I didn't really pay attention, but now I'm sure
|
||||
\ it is. Okay, how to get there?
|
||||
|
||||
I start walking around, searching for navigation signs. What colour was
|
||||
\ the number on a wall? Ummm, red? Okay, here, red zone to the right. Is it cool
|
||||
\ to open the can already? Fuck you, I'm a colonel without clearance, I'm sure
|
||||
\ I can have a beer after work, all right? I need it. For medical reasons.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Ewwwww, why would you drink this out of your own free will? I need access
|
||||
\ to officers bar, that's where they keep the good stuff I'm sure. Fine,
|
||||
\ I'm not sure. Of anything. I don't know even if the officers bar exists here,
|
||||
\ or is it even, like, a thing at all. But your "need to know" basis
|
||||
\ won't stop me from imagining it, and me inside it, and me chatting with
|
||||
\ other officers over some good stuff. Whatever the stuff, it's gonna
|
||||
\ be good, but we will all berate it nonetheless, repeating rumors that
|
||||
\ there is a top secret general staff bar, where they keep their really good
|
||||
\ stuff, you know, not this shit they've been pouring us. Big Boss (shush!),
|
||||
\ she knows her good stuff, it's the best stuff there is, and this, look
|
||||
\ at this, I've had better whisky in Groningen coffeeshop, when I was there
|
||||
\ on this mission, I can't talk about, but you know anyway, I'm sure you've
|
||||
\ seen reports. Of course we're just kidding, the good stuff is good, but
|
||||
\ it would be against long-standing tradition to acknowlegde the goodness
|
||||
\ of good stuff.
|
||||
|
||||
Okay, looks like I'm in the red, should 418 start popping up on the signs now?
|
||||
\ Oh hey, it does, now I'll just follow the arrows. I hope they are not
|
||||
\ incorrect on purpose, on account of misleading the enemy forces should
|
||||
\ they breach the complex somehow. Am I the enemy by the way?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
They don't act like I'm one, but what should be my own assessment? Who are they
|
||||
\ to me, who am I to them? What do they plan to do with us, with me, do they
|
||||
\ even have a plan? Agent Mistress seems like she may, others no idea. Would
|
||||
\ I have to stay here? For how long? In what capacity? Would I be able to help
|
||||
\ them in any way? Would they want me to? Would I want to? If they are alive,
|
||||
\ who else is? What happened to the world? Could I find any other option besides
|
||||
\ just living in a hole in the ground? Or should I start working, like, against
|
||||
\ them? I can't really make any decisions at this point, all I have is questions.
|
||||
|
||||
Right, the door, press my pass against the box, look at the camera, green. I'm
|
||||
\ not walking up twenty floors if the elevator works, let's see here. The door
|
||||
\ is open, inside it's spacious and looks industrial. Just one button, very
|
||||
\ large and heavy duty. Nothing happens, doors don't close. Do I close them
|
||||
\ manually? There is a wheel with a handle, it rotates and the doors move.
|
||||
\ The wheel is large, but it rotates without, like, extreme effort, it just
|
||||
\ feels like I'm moving a large mass with large inertia, which I am. All
|
||||
\ the way now, until a click, press the button again. "Push it, make the lift
|
||||
\ go higher". Heh. It comes alive, I hear low grumble and feel movement.
|
||||
|
||||
It takes a minute or two, but it comes to a stop. Rotate the wheel the other way
|
||||
\ till the click again I guess. The click is thick, not at all like a keyboard
|
||||
\ button or something. The mechanism makes an impression of something large
|
||||
\ and robust and anything-proof, which makes sense.
|
||||
|
||||
So, what next? Another door, no lock from this side, just a horizontal bar
|
||||
\ to push and open. Oooh, it's heavy, but it moves. Beyond the door is
|
||||
\ a familiar place. How do I open the door from this side? Ummm. Maybe
|
||||
\ I should just leave it open for now.
|
||||
|
||||
So, here's the main corridor to the airlock, here's the gun agent Mistress
|
||||
\ dropped. I put the beer on the floor and pick it up automatically.
|
||||
\ I don't know, maybe something about littering in a place I've cleaned up?
|
||||
\ I'll decide what to do with it later, now I just put it in my pocket
|
||||
\ and pick up my beer again. Past the airlock is the ladder that I'll need
|
||||
\ to climb this time. I reminisce for a little bit, it was good, I liked it.
|
||||
\ I'll need at least one arm to climb, and now both are involved in holding
|
||||
\ beer cans. I turn around and see a bag with the tools we brought back.
|
||||
|
||||
I go to the galley and place the cans down, then take the bag to the bedroom
|
||||
\ and remove the tools, laying them on the floor in the middle. See, now it's
|
||||
\ not littering, now it's an installation, a contemporary art piece, something
|
||||
\ about defiance and futility. I'll pick a name later. I put the unopened cans
|
||||
\ into the now empty bag, hang it over my back, and stand before the ladder
|
||||
\ with the opened can in my hand. I think I can climb, if I hold the ladder from
|
||||
\ the side. I take another sip and mount the ladder, and yeah, I can. The hatch
|
||||
\ is closed though, I'll need another hand after all. I sigh and climb down.
|
||||
|
||||
Okay, whatever, I place the can on the floor, climb the ladder again, and turn
|
||||
\ the locking wheel half a circle. I guess the hatch is under spring tension,
|
||||
\ because it opens up quite nicely by itself, and I guess Old Man kept it
|
||||
\ maintained and oiled, because it doesn't make a sound while opening.
|
||||
\ Outside is nice. I climb down again, pick up the can, take a sip, take a sigh,
|
||||
\ climb up AGAIN, and finally I'm out.
|
||||
|
||||
Outside IS nice. It's evening, but it's still warm. The bunker was chilly, I was
|
||||
\ just preoccupied with other things to notice before. The sky is clear, the sun
|
||||
\ is setting, it's a beautiful picture. I want to go higher. I close the hatch
|
||||
\ and look around. Old Man said he had a watching post, I can probably climb one
|
||||
\ of these trees as well, but not one-handed. Not much left in the can, I take
|
||||
\ another sip then lift the bag off my back and put the gun there, I feel uneasy
|
||||
\ having it in my pocket while climbing actually. So which one to climb? I walk
|
||||
\ around not going far from the hatch. You know what would be bad? Getting lost
|
||||
\ here, like that's a scary thought. It's gonna be dark soon and I don't have
|
||||
\ a flashlight or anything.
|
||||
|
||||
I take a deep breath and finish the can. I can't throw in on the ground,
|
||||
\ my upbringing won't let me, but I can smash it under my boot, so I do, and
|
||||
\ I like it. Then I put it in the bag and start to climb the tree that looks
|
||||
\ the most welcoming. It's not that hard, the branches are thick and there are
|
||||
\ many of them, and soon I can see much farther. I pick a branch and sit on it
|
||||
\ quite comfortably, enjoying the nature and enjoying myself. I hope I won't fall
|
||||
\ if I drink another beer, I don't feel that drunk yet at least. I open
|
||||
\ the second can and take a sip. Eeewww. I mean it's still bad, but... Less bad
|
||||
\ now? Is it an acquired taste or is alcohol working its magic?
|
||||
|
||||
The setting sun makes me sad again. What if I do fall, who's gonna care? Old Man
|
||||
\ is not alone anymore, I'm sure he's gonna make friends in the complex, friends
|
||||
\ that are better than me, friends who can talk. 28 is certainly a mystery. She
|
||||
\ does care, but, like, why? I mean, not 28, not the role I've given her,
|
||||
\ the woman behind the codenames. Why do I go along with this performance? Do I
|
||||
\ enjoy it myself or do I want to please those around me?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
What am I doing here? I can always pull a break, but what do I want to do
|
||||
\ instead? Nothing, there is no-thing, I can't imagine a productive job for myself
|
||||
\ in this, hm, society. Do they need a professional camwhore? Do I want to be
|
||||
\ their camwhore? I have no future here or anywhere, I'm depressed again, and
|
||||
\ the second can is almost empty, and the sun is almost gone.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Let's test this. I'm half sure the gun won't fire. I don't seek death, but I
|
||||
\ don't want to live either. I'll let fate decide. I finish the can and open
|
||||
\ the bag again. This time I crush the can with my hand, it feels good as well.
|
||||
\ I take the gun out and look at it. Looks like a 1911, hammer cocked, safety's
|
||||
\ off. I don't want to put it in my mouth, fuck you. Officers shoot themselves
|
||||
\ in the temple, at least in my mind, so I slowly lift my right arm, holding
|
||||
\ the finger away. Do I do this? Why do I do this? Why do I not do this? It's
|
||||
\ really a coin flip for me, I don't care either way. At least if I die now,
|
||||
\ I'll die as I lived, as a slightly funny joke that I've once heard somewhere
|
||||
\ about not playing russian roulette with an automatic pistol. Fucking Russia,
|
||||
\ still fucking my life up. I hold the grip tightly and squeeze the trigger.
|
||||
|
||||
Click.
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, I was expecting to be disappointed. I'll give it another chance.
|
||||
|
||||
I lower my arm so I can see the gun and slowly pull the slide back. It's loaded,
|
||||
\ the cartridge pops out, looking normal. I rack it all the way, then put
|
||||
\ the cartridge in my pocket, I still don't want to litter in the woods. There is
|
||||
\ another joke taking form about throwing away my life, but I don't wait for it,
|
||||
\ I lift my arm again and squeeze the trigger once more.
|
||||
|
||||
Click.
|
||||
|
||||
Okay, okay, you win. I put the gun in the bag and lift my fist to the sky. Then
|
||||
\ the second one. Like antennas to heaven, see if you can get this reference
|
||||
\ without the internet. The sky is dark now, I'd better get back. I feel
|
||||
\ slightly woozy, but steady enough to not slip and fall. This was an easy tree
|
||||
\ to climb up, it's still not that of a challenge to climb down. Oh yeah, I can
|
||||
\ probably get some light out of my phone, but I can still see, it's dark, but
|
||||
\ not pitch black yet. There's the hatch, I turn the wheel and it opens. I mount
|
||||
\ the ladder and pull on the hatch from inside. It's heavy, but pulling with
|
||||
\ my body I manage to close it shut and turn the wheel again. Now what. Do I go,
|
||||
\ like back back, deep underground? I don't want to do it, I'll spend the night
|
||||
\ here. Yeah, it's still chilly here, but I'll be fine under the blanket.
|
||||
|
||||
I take the bag off my back, pull the third beer can and drop the bag on the floor
|
||||
\ near the bed. Ew. I hope I'll get properly drunk and just maybe fall asleep?
|
||||
\ Nothing I do now makes any difference, I have no plans, I have no agenda. I'll
|
||||
\ just go with the flow, I'm driftwood floating on the water. I made a bet and I
|
||||
\ lost it, and I have to respect the outcome, fair is fair. I can always kill
|
||||
\ myself later.
|
||||
|
||||
I sit on the bed, not much on my mind. I pull the bag closer to me with my leg,
|
||||
\ lift it up and place beside me. I take the gun out, take the mag out of it
|
||||
\ and rack the slide slowly, then push on the slide stop to close it and pull
|
||||
\ the trigger, holding the hammer with my left hand. I take the cartridge out of
|
||||
\ my pocket and load both back into the mag, then insert the mag into the gun,
|
||||
\ flip the safety on, and put it back into the bag. I don't do it for any
|
||||
\ particular reason, I just want to leave things in predictable state, I need
|
||||
\ some order in my life, so I'll tidy up what I can I guess. Speaking of cans,
|
||||
\ I take a sip. How do I know anything about guns? This is America, baby! Dad
|
||||
\ took me shooting several times and gave lectures beforehand like
|
||||
\ a responsible person would. I also played some videogames from time to time,
|
||||
\ mostly because the guys-- the audience seemed to like themselves a gamergirl,
|
||||
\ naked of course. Well, some of the games had guns, and some of those that did
|
||||
\ had them more or less realistically depicted, and also I like to read, and
|
||||
\ sometimes I read on one thing, but then I click on another and look now I'm
|
||||
\ reading about something completely different. Anyway, I just know some facts,
|
||||
\ all right?
|
||||
|
||||
Should I take the gun apart and see what's wrong with it? If I wanted to make sure
|
||||
\ it doesn't fire, while otherwise looking okay, I'd mess with the firing pin
|
||||
\ or the hammer. Eh, I don't care enough to check, whatever. I don't want anything
|
||||
\ right now, I just want to finish this can and fall asleep. I'm not counting
|
||||
\ on tomorrow being any better, but I'm done with today anyway. Well, maybe
|
||||
\ I want to take a piss, fine. I get up and go to the latrine, remembering
|
||||
\ the pony times. Life sure was easier just days ago... or not. At least now
|
||||
\ I can worry less about Old Man, I can picture him living better than before.
|
||||
\ If I know people at all, I'm sure agent Mistress will do her best so he can
|
||||
\ live happily ever after, and she seems to have ways to do things.
|
||||
|
||||
I think about agent Mistress. On the one hand I like her, on the other hand she's
|
||||
\ being a gigantic bitch to me. Suddenly an idea pops up, first as an absurd
|
||||
\ what-if, but slowly becoming more and more attractive. It's... Novel, for me
|
||||
\ at least, I'll have to examine it later.
|
||||
|
||||
What's in this room by the way, I don't think I've been here. The thumping
|
||||
\ becomes louder as I open the door. Had I never turned my attention
|
||||
\ to the sounds in the bunker before just now? I guess I was always busy with
|
||||
\ something else, now I have nothing better to do. So, the soundscape is quiet,
|
||||
\ but definitely present. Mostly it consists of low whirring and thumping,
|
||||
\ indicating some machinery nearby. So this room contains the machinery then,
|
||||
\ I guess. I see a large metal box with a control panel, it has a green light
|
||||
\ and a number of switches, I'm not going to examine it further, why would
|
||||
\ I care. What is it? I don't know, probably a pump of some kind, maybe this
|
||||
\ is where the water comes from. It occupies most of the room, not much else
|
||||
\ is here. I leave and close the door.
|
||||
|
||||
I walk back into the bedroom, finish the beer, take off my boots and get into
|
||||
\ the bed. It's cold, but I'll warm it up. Do I undress? No, I'll go to sleep
|
||||
\ like a frontline officer, in uniform and with unbrushed teeth, against Pony
|
||||
\ Corps regulations, which is fair, I don't have to follow them anymore. I feel
|
||||
\ like I'm failing to be a person as much as I've failed to be a pony, if
|
||||
\ People Corps discharge me as well, who will pick me up? I'm still sad, but
|
||||
\ that's okay, sad is okay. Whirring and thumping are actually soothing, they
|
||||
\ relax me a lot. Total silence would be much much worse. Looks like alcohol
|
||||
\ does work after all, I guess my job should come with hazard pay because
|
||||
\ I may pick up some bad habits here...
|
||||
|
||||
[[I fall asleep.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,437 @@
|
|||
What I'm gonna do is something I wasn't aware I'm capable of. It may come out
|
||||
\ as nothing or it may come out as something very extreme, no telling at this
|
||||
\ point. Part of what I'm doing here is a scientific experiment, because
|
||||
\ I want to examine 28's reaction. A human experiment, mind you, with no prior
|
||||
\ consent, utterly unethical. Another part depends on said reaction, it may
|
||||
\ become a genuine punishment, cruel and unusual, I may hurt and harm her
|
||||
\ for real. It's something that I'm not, usually, but there is a tiny voice
|
||||
\ in my head telling me I want to harm 28, a voice I've never heard before.
|
||||
\ I am very annoyed at everything right now and I blame her. She becomes
|
||||
\ the focal point of my frustration, so even if it's completely unfair, she'll
|
||||
\ have to suffer. Or not, I don't know yet, we'll see.
|
||||
|
||||
I stride into the hospital room.
|
||||
|
||||
"Colonel." -- everyone salutes me, good. I'm feeling authority now, I have
|
||||
\ a clear goal in mind and I need everyone to help me achieve it, ironically
|
||||
\ by going away for a while I'm afraid. Or better yet, me going away from them.
|
||||
|
||||
> At ease. Agent Bunny, please assess whether 28 can be unhooked for an hour or two.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mam, yes, mam!"
|
||||
|
||||
She gets busy double checking everything. I wait.
|
||||
|
||||
"Affirmative, mam! No immediate risks nor any need for urgent IV."
|
||||
|
||||
> Good, please unhook her. Agent Foxy, with face covered will anyone be able
|
||||
> to recognize 28 outside of the room, just passing by? Please reply in text.
|
||||
>> Mam! Not really, no, she doesn't have any marks, save for the wound,
|
||||
>> so anyone aware of her circumstances may be able to guess, but not much more.
|
||||
> Please fix 28 to the bed tightly and get her a strict hood.
|
||||
|
||||
While agents are busy, I turn to Old Man.
|
||||
|
||||
> I'm gonna take 28 away for a private session, it's gonna last some time.
|
||||
> I'll leave you in agents' care, will you be alright? Text.
|
||||
>> Of course, Colonel. We'll be fine, don't you worry, take all the time you need.
|
||||
|
||||
It's settled then. I take a look at our inventory and pick up handcuffs, putting
|
||||
\ them in my pocket. I also take a set of small locks, all identically keyed,
|
||||
\ and lock 28's leg cuffs and her collar. She'll need her arms later, but nothing
|
||||
\ else. I leave the key in the room. Somewhat risky, I admit. The whole thing
|
||||
\ is risky, I don't expect anyone would go along with my plan so I'll just keep it
|
||||
\ top secret. Oh, by the way, her phone might be useful, I put it in another pocket.
|
||||
|
||||
I take a look at 28. Arms and legs are cuffed to the frame of the bed, a thick
|
||||
\ collar on her neck. Let's check it out. I try to put my index finger inside
|
||||
\ the collar, but it doesn't let me. I try my pinky next, and still can't, really.
|
||||
\ Oh, this is good, I like it. Of course Bunny wouldn't allow the restraints
|
||||
\ to be dangerous, I'll just assume there is no health risk for 28 wearing this
|
||||
\ for a couple hours. The collar is also fixed to the bed, she won't be able
|
||||
\ to lift her head very much, as I've just checked. Her torso is also fixed
|
||||
\ to the bed just under tits and above hips, also tight. On her head is a simple
|
||||
\ thick canvas hood like I've asked, no openings in it except one small
|
||||
\ breathing hole. It's not laced all the way so it sits a bit baggy,
|
||||
\ not following contours of her head and face, which will make recognition
|
||||
\ harder. Do I want to add anything?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
I consider writing something on her, but decide against it. Nipple clamps?
|
||||
\ No, I don't think so. This is simple, elegant and effective.
|
||||
|
||||
> Outstanding job, agents. Jokes aside, I like this.
|
||||
|
||||
They just salute me back. Both faces indicate hints of proudness. They should be.
|
||||
|
||||
> I will take 28 out. While we are away we are not to be disturbed for anything
|
||||
> short of a bona fide emergency. Agents, please spend time here and await our return.
|
||||
|
||||
They salute again. I try to think of anything else I need to do, but there's
|
||||
\ nothing. Time to go. Oh, there is this little thing, yes.
|
||||
|
||||
"28, confirm you can hear me." -- I hold my phone near her ear. The hood
|
||||
\ should not be that soundproof, but whatever, I mean why not.
|
||||
|
||||
"MAM YES MAM!"
|
||||
|
||||
"You and I will go outside. Exact route is classified, but I'm sure many people
|
||||
\ will see us. You may not speak until told otherwise. In fact, try to refrain
|
||||
\ from making any sounds, except to indicate emergency. This will be all for now."
|
||||
|
||||
So I pull the stops from the wheels and push her bed. First we'll visit
|
||||
\ the canteen. I didn't exactly lie to 28, we'll have a bit of a tour, but not
|
||||
\ as extensive as my wording may have implied. I think about what's going on now.
|
||||
\ What 28 might be experiencing, or what would other people think. Like imagine
|
||||
\ you see a young woman in colonel uniform pushing a hospital bed through
|
||||
\ the corridors or a (presumably) huge undergound complex, having on it another
|
||||
\ young woman, naked, obviously bound, with a hood on her face and a bandage
|
||||
\ over her torso. And you only went out to have a coffee with this Sheila chick
|
||||
\ from Deliveries that you maybe fancy a little, but nothing serious, just
|
||||
\ a pretty face and a bit of a conversation from time to time.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Fuck, now I want to meet this Sheila chick too, my imagination will be the death
|
||||
\ of me, I tell you. Anyway, actual people pay zero attention to us, just making
|
||||
\ way, not acknowledging anything as out of order. Like it's just something
|
||||
\ that happens, whatever.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Should I just flat out fuck 28 in public?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
No.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
This is foreplay anyway, I don't really care whether people will catcall us,
|
||||
\ or whistle, or react funny, or nothing. Nothing is fine. What 28 thinks is
|
||||
\ of little concern as well, but I may check her pussy just out of interest.
|
||||
\ I find a quiet corridor and run a finger between her spread legs. There's
|
||||
\ a little shudder but no sound. Well, in this case.
|
||||
|
||||
I circle the finger around upper part of her pussy hoping for her clit to come
|
||||
\ out and play. And soon here it is, and play we will, just a little. This is
|
||||
\ not very convenient, but not, like, impossible to give it a quick lick. In fact
|
||||
\ you know what, while we're at it I can pay a bit of attention to other parts
|
||||
\ of what's around. It only takes a minute, but now 28 is thoroughly wet,
|
||||
\ her breathing indicates a very aroused state. Now, now, where were we.
|
||||
|
||||
I continue pushing her bed and we soon arrive at the canteen. I can put a tray
|
||||
\ on her belly and drive her around composing myself one hell of a lunch. Or
|
||||
\ I can do it without the tray, just slopping food right on her skin.
|
||||
|
||||
I don't want to do any of this, I'm not even hungry. Instead I roll her bed over
|
||||
\ to the vending machines and take a can of cold instant coffee and we leave.
|
||||
\ I have several ideas where this can might end up, but I just open it and start
|
||||
\ sipping. Again, none of this matters, my plan has nothing to do with any of this,
|
||||
\ it's just a bit of fun before shit gets dark, maybe.
|
||||
|
||||
Now I'll just get us to my room. Your place or mine, huh? Actually, her place
|
||||
\ would work better, but it's just so much work to get directions from her,
|
||||
\ and also recognition risk gets higher. No, mine will have to do. I just push
|
||||
\ the bed, polishing the details of what exactly is going to happen soon.
|
||||
\ I shouldn't oversell this to myself, it very well might come to nothing,
|
||||
\ again. I just have a hunch, all right? I think I'll have at least some
|
||||
\ reaction out of her, and that in turn may provide... Whatever, we'll see.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Corridor after corridor, looking very similar. It would be easy to get lost here,
|
||||
\ but thanks to navigation here we are, finally. I roll the bed into my room,
|
||||
\ position it roughly in the center and push the stops in. Each locks with
|
||||
\ a satisfying thunk, I approve of this design. I walk to the controls and turn
|
||||
\ the heating up. I want the air to be hot, I want us sweaty. I also dim the lights,
|
||||
\ we're gonna need an intimate atmosphere. I take the hood off of 28's head, uncuff
|
||||
\ her wrists and give her phone to her.
|
||||
|
||||
> I want what's coming to be something that only two of us share. Can you turn
|
||||
> the room surveillance off for a while? This is not a question, I want you to do it.
|
||||
|
||||
She blinks, then her face shows her mind working hard. I'm not gonna push her,
|
||||
\ I understand it may take a minute. In the meantime I lift the bag off the floor
|
||||
\ and go to the toilet, closing the door. I'd open the tap to mask the sound, but
|
||||
\ I don't want to waste water, because I'm that nice I guess. Fucking hell.
|
||||
\ Whatever, I quietly take the gun out of the bag, take the mag out of the gun
|
||||
\ and empty it into the bag. I'll need to give 28 a proper show. I put the mag
|
||||
\ and the gun into the bag, close it and get out of the toilet.
|
||||
|
||||
She knows I'm not a colonel here, right? Does she have to follow my orders even
|
||||
\ if I'm not? These are variables I can't effectively control, but it may
|
||||
\ not matter anyway. I watch her quick tapping for a while, then she nods.
|
||||
|
||||
> Are we alone?
|
||||
|
||||
She nods again.
|
||||
|
||||
> How much time do we have? Do we have an hour?
|
||||
|
||||
She nods yet again. I take her phone and put it on my bed, out of her reach.
|
||||
\ I check my TTS. Good, it's on sexy.
|
||||
|
||||
"For now I grant you your free speech back. I want you to express yourself
|
||||
\ however you find appropriate, just maybe don't shout too much."
|
||||
|
||||
I take handcuffs out of my pocket and place them on her belly.
|
||||
|
||||
"Handcuff yourself, arms in front."
|
||||
|
||||
She does it without excessive haste, not saying anything yet. I check her wrists.
|
||||
\ Cuffs look reasonably tight but not uncomfortable. Good. I have the key ready
|
||||
\ and double-lock the cuffs so they stay as they are, then I put the key on my bed
|
||||
\ near her phone.
|
||||
|
||||
"I will now slowly undress, you may enjoy. Actually, you may do anything you like
|
||||
\ until told otherwise or given specific orders."
|
||||
|
||||
She just stares at me, still silent. Face? Unreadable. Eyes open slightly wider...
|
||||
\ or maybe not. I can't tell what's she thinking. She's not smiling, which
|
||||
\ is something at least.
|
||||
|
||||
As she can't really lift her head, I stand to the side of her bed, so she can
|
||||
\ watch me with her head on the pillow. I don't do a dance or anything, I don't
|
||||
\ pose for her, I just slowly undress as promised. If she did enjoy it, she
|
||||
\ doesn't make it obvious. Should I do the dark shit now? Soon, but not just yet.
|
||||
\ I come close to her and fuck does she still smell good. Am I aroused? Eh,
|
||||
\ not all that much, but I want to play just a bit more.
|
||||
|
||||
"Massage your tits, squeeze your nipples. Not painfully."
|
||||
|
||||
She starts to do that.
|
||||
|
||||
"Do you want the hood back on?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Do YOU want it on me?" -- so she didn't forget how to speak after all.
|
||||
|
||||
"Just answer the question. If you were alone what would be your preference?"
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
I wait. Wait, I actually don't need to wait, it's not a big deal. Choice
|
||||
\ is always hard, but nothing depends on this particular one. I don't have
|
||||
\ any gear with me, but it's alright. I put the phone down near her. What was
|
||||
\ that Jobs meme, about having ten stiluses with you at all times? Or is it stili?
|
||||
\ Why do I always get distracted with the dumbest shit? Well the point is you
|
||||
\ don't fuck a girl with a stilus, I hope you like this joke as much as I do.
|
||||
|
||||
So this is still less than ideal, but whatever, I'll manage. I go ahead with
|
||||
\ using my tongue and my fingers. I like it, she seems to like it, and I like
|
||||
\ that she seems to like it. By the way, did you notice that the two holes
|
||||
\ relevant to the situation are located exactly so that your index and middle
|
||||
\ fingers quite naturally feel right at home going into both at the same time?
|
||||
\ Coincidence or divine intention? Checkmate atheists.
|
||||
|
||||
It didn't take too long to start receiving hints of incoming finish line,
|
||||
\ it's easy to tell because my middle finger feels somewhat warmer than before.
|
||||
\ Actually that's not a trivial matter. Do I make her come or do I leave her
|
||||
\ hanging? Both options have some merits. Eeeeh, fine, I might be an evil person
|
||||
\ in a moment, but now I just want her to feel good, all right? I stop playing
|
||||
\ around and with some tongue work here she is coming as expected. I pull out
|
||||
\ and slowly lick my index finger before her eyes. She didn't make any sounds,
|
||||
\ is this significant? I'll decide later. Now I'll just quickly wash my hands
|
||||
\ and come back. So, am I ready? Do I really do this?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
I check with the tiny voice. It's even tinier now, but still there. Yeah well
|
||||
\ to quote my childhood hero "sometimes reasonable people have to do unreasonable
|
||||
\ things". I may hate myself for the rest of my life for this, but part of me
|
||||
\ wants to do it anyway. I take a deep breath. No second-guessing, no regrets,
|
||||
\ no forgiveness, no countdowns, no backups, now or never here it comes.
|
||||
|
||||
I walk back into the room, pick up the bag from the floor and climb on top of 28.
|
||||
\ I sit kneeling, my hips over hers, slightly moving, so that our pussies touch
|
||||
\ and rub together gently. It's more of a symbolic action than, like, a sex
|
||||
\ position, I just want to express something intimate and personal that I feel
|
||||
\ for her, I mean I really feel it, I'm not just acting. However, I also feel
|
||||
\ something completely different, as I've tried to analyze before, it's still there.
|
||||
|
||||
So I reach into the bag and take the mag out, and I start to reload it, without
|
||||
\ haste. The cartridges click as I insert them, and 28's eyes go real wide.
|
||||
\ At least it looks like a surprise. But she's still silent. Next I pull the gun
|
||||
\ and insert the mag into it. The bag may wait on the floor now, nothing inside it.
|
||||
\ I slowly put the gun on her belly. Her hands are still over her tits, guess
|
||||
\ I didn't tell her to stop. She shuffles slightly, reacting to the cool metal
|
||||
\ against her skin. I watch her face. There are some emotions, but save for
|
||||
\ surprise and uncertainty I can't really identify them. She opens her mouth,
|
||||
\ but keeps silent. I take the gun again and rack the slide slowly, then press
|
||||
\ on the safety with my thumb, then put the gun back. Nothing new on her face yet.
|
||||
\ I take my phone.
|
||||
|
||||
"Hold the gun with both hands. Exercise trigger discipline."
|
||||
|
||||
She hesitates for a second, then her hands start to move. If I were her, I'd think
|
||||
\ that most of what's coming next is nothing good, but there are still acceptable
|
||||
\ outcomes available. Not for long. Slowly she takes the gun and puts her right
|
||||
\ index finger to the side of the trigger guard. She keeps the gun pointed away
|
||||
\ from us, as you do.
|
||||
|
||||
"Aim between my eyes."
|
||||
|
||||
What, did you think I'll just give it a blowjob? By the way, she sees my face
|
||||
\ as well, I keep it cool. It's not hard, I don't really have any strong emotions
|
||||
\ just yet, maybe later. Her face quickly breaks down though, straight to sheer
|
||||
\ panic. She looks for an exit, but she's not finding it.
|
||||
|
||||
~~"Mute, what are you doing?"~~
|
||||
|
||||
Not quite a whisper, but she keeps her voice very low. Is it significant? Again,
|
||||
\ I'll review the evidence later.
|
||||
|
||||
~~"Mute, don't do this."~~
|
||||
|
||||
I slowly type a four-letter word, but I don't press the speech button yet. This
|
||||
\ now is the crux of the happening. What? It's a contemporary art piece, do you
|
||||
\ like it? No? That's even better, something about a poignant social commentary.
|
||||
\ I crack a little smile. NOT NOW. I need to focus on 28, I want to understand
|
||||
\ her reaction. Face still in panic, she's now trembling slightly, the gun
|
||||
\ shakes before my eyes.
|
||||
|
||||
~~"don't do this"~~
|
||||
|
||||
Now she is whispering. I guess she didn't find anything else to say. Something
|
||||
\ about harming her in other ways I'd imagine, something like: do whatever else,
|
||||
\ cut me with a chainsaw, amputate my leg with a nail clipper, but don't make me
|
||||
\ do this, something like: this is the one thing I absolutely, abso-fucking-lutely
|
||||
\ do not want to do, at least that's my impression. Maybe she decided it won't
|
||||
\ be effective, in which case she's right, it won't. Well, if that's all, let's
|
||||
\ wrap this up. I start to slowly reach for the button on the screen...
|
||||
|
||||
~~"mayday mayday mayday"~~
|
||||
|
||||
YOU... NINCOMPOOP!
|
||||
|
||||
~~"mayday mayday mayday"~~
|
||||
|
||||
THIS IS UNFAIR
|
||||
|
||||
~~"mayday mayday mayday"~~
|
||||
|
||||
I can't continue now, can I? No, I can't. I look at her with annoyance. Her face
|
||||
\ somehow got even worse, she makes an effort whispering forbidden words.
|
||||
|
||||
~~"mayday mayday mayday mayday mayday... may... day..."~~
|
||||
|
||||
Okay, okay, you win. I put the phone down and take the gun from her shaking hands.
|
||||
\ She lifts them up and closes her face. I hear a whimper. Yeah, show's over,
|
||||
\ I suppose I'll have to start making things right with you now.
|
||||
|
||||
I get off her, get off her bed, walk to my bed and put the gun down. I know
|
||||
\ I'll feel incredible guilt later, I anticipate it already, but I can't drown
|
||||
\ myself in it just yet, I want to savour the moment. I don't know why, I don't
|
||||
\ know how, these are questions for later, I'm just certain I did enjoy this
|
||||
\ experience. I also have to care for 28, this mayday of hers may actually
|
||||
\ be real. To the rescue then.
|
||||
|
||||
I lift her hands down and remove the handcuffs. She wraps her arms around herself,
|
||||
\ burying hands in her armpits. I don't think any words from me would
|
||||
\ be appropriate now, I just lay beside her, hugging her tight. Her whole body
|
||||
\ is shaking now, I stroke her head gently, I see tears. I start to stroke her body
|
||||
\ as well and now she's crying like a little girl, facing away from me. It's okay,
|
||||
\ I'll just be near her. I was her torturer a minute ago, now I'm her girlfriend,
|
||||
\ here to support her in a very difficult moment, at least I hope she sees me this way.
|
||||
|
||||
This will probably take some time, I can analyze the results. Abundant, but
|
||||
\ inconclusive. One thing is clear, she doesn't want to kill me. Why, exactly?
|
||||
\ Is it me in particular or people in general? Is it her in particular or maybe
|
||||
\ she doesn't want me dead in general? Why does she care? Is it about that song
|
||||
\ where I am somehow special? Special in general or special to her? Everything
|
||||
\ may hold true at the same time by the way, I may be special, AND special
|
||||
\ to her, and her killing me would be the single worst thing to ever happen.
|
||||
\ Further experiments would help, but there will be no further experiments,
|
||||
\ I will not be able to do anything like this ever again I don't think. Now,
|
||||
\ knowing how it affects her, I will never justify putting her through
|
||||
\ this shit once more.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Everything I saw may still be just incredibly good acting.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
However I'm inclined to believe her reaction was genuine. Conclusions? None
|
||||
\ at this point, but additional facts for sure. I wanted to hear the hammer drop
|
||||
\ though. Would she be able to pull that trigger? Or would she try to eat
|
||||
\ the bullet herself? Or would she just freeze in place without moving
|
||||
\ her finger? That would provide more intel, but that would also likely
|
||||
\ be that much more harmful, so maybe it's good she's guessed her way out.
|
||||
\ Guessed? Is it possible she somehow knew my reaction to emergency signals?
|
||||
\ I haven't actually received any, but in my mind if you ever come across one
|
||||
\ it's categorically imperative you do your everything to answer it and help
|
||||
\ however you can. Well, I guess I've just had my first then. Could she know
|
||||
\ this is what I think? Well, how the hell does she know other things?
|
||||
\ I must admit it's possible.
|
||||
|
||||
A funny image crosses my mind: I clearly see her asking me what was that
|
||||
\ all about, and you know what? CLASS-I-FIED, BITCH. Still, I owe her
|
||||
\ a bit of an explanation. I pick up the phone and start typing. I'll send it
|
||||
\ as text, she'll read it later, she's gonna need some more time to recover.
|
||||
|
||||
> I thought you'd recognize your own gun from the bunker. It fails to fire,
|
||||
> I've checked yesterday holding it against my head, twice. I hope you feel
|
||||
> punished, I'll continue to punish you for the rest of your suspension
|
||||
> as hard as I can manage. By the end I hope you'll be unable to feel guilt
|
||||
> for the rest of your life, and I will feel so guilty towards you I'll be
|
||||
> unable to kill myself without your permission. By the way, keep in mind that
|
||||
> you are responsible for the things you've tamed. You've refused to kill me,
|
||||
> this choice comes with consequences. If you need to reactivate
|
||||
> the surveillance do it quickly, I want to take you back asap. What happened
|
||||
> here is between you and me, but I won't hold it against you to do with it
|
||||
> anything you want, I'm not classifying it.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
> You've cheated. I'll punish you without a safe word and without your consent.
|
||||
> I remember what you've said, but I don't hold it valid. You told me
|
||||
> to punish you however I see fit, but it is my opinion you only said this
|
||||
> because you didn't think I'm capable of the things I will do to you.
|
||||
> I don't care that it's illegal, unethical and immoral, I'm making an exception
|
||||
> just for you. I accept all possible consequences, I don't have a bright outlook
|
||||
> and I'm not looking for one.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
> In particular, don't you dare to pull a mayday on me again. You will relinquish
|
||||
> your free will to me for the next week, and we'll see where it gets us.
|
||||
> When bored I suggest reflecting.
|
||||
|
||||
Anything else? Nothing comes knocking. 28 is still sobbing, but looks functional.
|
||||
\ I get off the bed, walk to her phone and place it near her face. I hope I made
|
||||
\ myself clear, now I'll just put my colonel uniform back on and wait until
|
||||
\ we can get moving. I'm not cuffing her and fuck the hood, I'll just cover her
|
||||
\ with my blanket. Oh, you know what?
|
||||
|
||||
> You smell nice.
|
||||
|
||||
I mean, she just does, all right? I walk to the controls and turn heating off,
|
||||
\ then walk to my bed and take the gun again. I pull the mag out, rack the slide
|
||||
\ and insert the cartridge back into the mag, then holding the gun in my right arm
|
||||
\ I turn around, raise it sharply, aim at the controls and pull the trigger.
|
||||
\ Hammertime, motherfuckers. Ooooh, this felt like a closure, this-- this is
|
||||
\ the satisfaction I needed. A little squeeze and a quiet click, simple things
|
||||
\ that bring joy. Right, moving on. I insert the mag back in, then throw the gun
|
||||
\ back into the bag and finally kick the bag under the bed. I put the handcuffs
|
||||
\ and the key into my pocket and pull the blanket off the bed and spread it
|
||||
\ over 28. She's busy with the phone, silent, her face is better, but she's
|
||||
\ still very much not okay. I am the reason for this and for now I just accept it.
|
||||
\ You shouldn't have given me the uniform and the squad to command, agent Mistress,
|
||||
\ it made me feel like a real colonel on a combat mission. We have a war on
|
||||
\ your hubris going on and war doesn't tolerate kindness, war kills kind people.
|
||||
\ I don't mind to die, but the mission comes first.
|
||||
|
||||
~~"you don't need to wait for me, I can finish later"~~
|
||||
|
||||
> Do you want the hood now?
|
||||
|
||||
~~"I don't have free will, I'm unable to want"~~
|
||||
|
||||
Oh, that's right. She doesn't want the hood then, I put it under
|
||||
\ the blanket and pull the top end over her head.
|
||||
|
||||
[[Then I roll her back.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
I woke up tired, but determined. Today is the day, the last day of this shitshow,
|
||||
\ I'll make it count. I was entertaining a particular idea for some time now,
|
||||
\ and I think I get it figured out. It involves being in a lot of pain, of course,
|
||||
\ so I'm not looking towards it, but at the same time I am. Did I become
|
||||
\ a complete masochist by now? If that involves enjoying pain, not really, no,
|
||||
\ not at all, but why then do I keep doing it to myself? I voluntarily, even
|
||||
\ eagerly subject myself to what others might think is torture, and I don't
|
||||
\ have objectively good reasons for it. Something something feeling guilt?
|
||||
\ Girl, why do you even feel it in the first place? What did you do wrong?
|
||||
\ Something something feeling depressed? Stop being such a hypochondriac
|
||||
\ and go find a job! Something something bonding with 28? You don't usually
|
||||
\ make friends by hurting them and then hurting yourself in front of them,
|
||||
\ now do you? No, no you don't.
|
||||
|
||||
This is just something I know is a right thing to do, I'm just certain I need
|
||||
\ to do this is all. I can't explain it, I just know it, or better put,
|
||||
\ I perceive it to be true, that's my whole reasoning, I don't have anything else.
|
||||
\ Time will tell whether I was right, and the judgement day is coming fast,
|
||||
\ and I can't wait, because I'm really tired of this shit by now.
|
||||
|
||||
So, an idea. At first I wanted to do this to 28, but I decided against it,
|
||||
\ so I will do it to myself of course, because the idea is just that good,
|
||||
\ I can't let it go to waste, I just can't. I don't want 28 to be in agony,
|
||||
\ I'm afraid it's gonna hurt too much, but me? I can take it, I'm sure. I also
|
||||
\ don't think it's cool to leave an agent with marks that would be easily
|
||||
\ identifiable. Yes, she already has one, but it's not a reason to give her more.
|
||||
\ Me? Why would I care about being identified? Maybe it even turns me on a bit,
|
||||
\ maybe even a lot, all right? Maybe I always wanted my pussy pierced, but didn't
|
||||
\ have a chance and guts to do it before. No anesthetics of course, that would
|
||||
\ defeat most of the purpose. Ooooh, this is gonna hurt. I shudder. Bunny needs
|
||||
\ a heads up, I guess.
|
||||
|
||||
> Please get a refresher on piercing techniques.
|
||||
>> Mam, yes, mam!
|
||||
|
||||
It looks silly written in chat, but whatever, I just need to keep up for one day.
|
||||
\ One day, I can do it, no problem. Now, there is this thing I'll need to make it
|
||||
\ look good. I open the catalog app and make an order, I'll pick it up on my way.
|
||||
|
||||
I take a quick shower. No hot water of course, I don't find it appropriate
|
||||
\ to enjoy life. It also sets the mood, I remind myself of the situation and
|
||||
\ the mission, and of what to expect. I don't want to do it, but I do, I guess
|
||||
\ I'm just repeating myself. Time to go, I put the uniform on and start walking.
|
||||
\ I'm sure girls will bring coffee, and I'd rather do it on empty stomach, so
|
||||
\ let's skip the canteen and go pick up the order. What did I order? Well,
|
||||
\ it's a box of small metal eyelets, a riveter to set them in place and
|
||||
\ one black silk ribbon, I'm sure I don't need to explain.
|
||||
|
||||
"Colonel!" -- Bunny isn't here yet, so we can just relax for a bit. Foxy did
|
||||
\ bring coffee, much appreciated. I raise the cup in her direction, she salutes
|
||||
\ me back and clacks her shoes. I'll just start to write down instructions
|
||||
\ for them I guess. Do I draw a picture? Nah, I'm sure they have a bigger sense
|
||||
\ of aesthetics than I do anyway, it's gonna be fine. I'll describe the end result
|
||||
\ as I see it though, the practical aspects. I want as many as they can fit, but
|
||||
\ with some room inbetween, close to the edge, but not right at the edge...
|
||||
\ I want it to look good open, but I also want it to look good laced up. I hope
|
||||
\ they can work with this, we'll see. You know, if it will come out all crooked
|
||||
\ and uneven, I can accept it as well, I appreciate a bit of punkiness here
|
||||
\ and there. And there, heh. What was it, wabi-sabi or something? Anyway. I would
|
||||
\ prefer symmetry and order though, like a well-made piece of leather clothing,
|
||||
\ this is what I have in my mind. I'm removing time limit for today, they should
|
||||
\ not hurry anywhere. I'm also reminding that 28 must have a good view of what's
|
||||
\ happening, both the work area and my face. I hit the send button.
|
||||
|
||||
As Foxy reads my message, her face twitches just slightly. Does she approve?
|
||||
\ Does she think it's too much? Is it her kink or is it very much otherwise?
|
||||
\ Maybe it's nothing and she just had a completely unrelated little twitch,
|
||||
\ my depravity having nothing to do with it? I don't really care as long as
|
||||
\ she wouldn't object, I am my own judge, jury and executioner, thank you
|
||||
\ very much. She looks at me. Do I see a hint of sadness in her eyes? Oh,
|
||||
\ it's gone now, back to strict professionalism. Good for you, agent Foxy,
|
||||
\ I'm sure you are a perfectly stable person with a long happy life in front of you.
|
||||
|
||||
"Of course, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
I guess I'm not insane yet then. I need to deal with Old Man now, he might get
|
||||
\ another stroke should the picture become too vivid. I come to his bed and sit
|
||||
\ beside him. He's looking good, smiling at me, and I yet again feel very tired.
|
||||
|
||||
> Today is the last day of 28's suspension and I have a special show for her.
|
||||
> Could you turn away and... not watch it? It might take several hours I'm afraid.
|
||||
|
||||
"If you promise me you'll be alright, Mute." -- his face is serious now, I'm
|
||||
\ a fucking open book to everyone I guess. I nod. -- "Just don't overdo it, please."
|
||||
|
||||
I shouldn't oversell it to myself again, it may very well be not that bad.
|
||||
\ I sign hesitation, but catch myself, he might get the wrong idea.
|
||||
|
||||
> I won't overdo it. It may even be not a big deal, I just want to
|
||||
|
||||
What is it, Mute? Why do you want Old Man to turn away? I need a good reason. I sigh.
|
||||
|
||||
> make this personal between us, sorry.
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh man, I never wanted to intrude, I'm just stuck here in this stupid bed
|
||||
\ you know..." -- I hug him. Please don't get me all guilty again. --
|
||||
\ "Of course, I'll just read this book and you do your thing... Mute,
|
||||
\ it's alright, I don't mind one bit..."
|
||||
|
||||
I accept your generosity, Old Man. I nod and get up. Now, 28 herself. I walk
|
||||
\ to her bed and look at her, thinking how best to do this. She oinks at me.
|
||||
\ Today I want her without stuff, so I take her hood off. I want to see her face
|
||||
\ unobstructed. She's sweaty under the leather. Is it fear on her face? Is she
|
||||
\ afraid of me? Fuc-king hell, who did I become? Now I want the needle to hurt
|
||||
\ as much as it can, like what the fuck Mute. I'll save it for later, now
|
||||
\ I'll just lick her face... or not, it may come out as creepy. I'm clearly
|
||||
\ in a hole and I should stop digging.
|
||||
|
||||
I lift her bed to sit her upright, take my coffee and hold the cup against
|
||||
\ her lips. She takes a sip and oinks at me. Good piggy. I stroke her head
|
||||
\ and scratch behind her ear. Bunny walks in and salutes me, holding a bag
|
||||
\ in her left hand. Foxy shows her my message and Bunny starts to read. I walk
|
||||
\ towards them, anxious, I need Bunny to accept. I stand in front of them
|
||||
\ while Bunny reads, finally she nods.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mam, yes, mam!" -- I exhale with relief, let's do it.
|
||||
|
||||
I undress while they position the X-cross so that 28 will have a good view.
|
||||
\ When they finish I walk towards it and they fix me in place, facing 28 of course.
|
||||
\ Foxy puts a bit gag in my mouth and a posture collar on my neck, and she
|
||||
\ locks it tight, I'm guessing her reasoning being I want to watch 28's face,
|
||||
\ I don't need to watch the surgery itself. I would be wet by now in other
|
||||
\ circumstances, but all I feel is what a bad person I am and how much
|
||||
\ it's gonna hurt very soon.
|
||||
|
||||
I hear a small appliance buzzing. Oh fuck, I completely forgot about it.
|
||||
\ Oh-oh-oh-OH-OH-OH-OOOH-OOOOOOH! No waxing I guess, just your plain simple
|
||||
\ epilator. They don't wait for pain to go away, they keep going.
|
||||
\ OH-OH-OH-OH-OOH-OOOOH-OOOOOOOH-OOOOOOOOOOH! FUCK! I'd thrash in my bonds
|
||||
\ already, but they don't give any play at all. Good, I don't want to make
|
||||
\ any sound, Old Man may become worried more than I'm sure he already is.
|
||||
|
||||
I think about Old Man and accept the pain. Actually I don't need to be
|
||||
\ all that guilty towards him, tomorrow I'll stop hurting him I hope. This is
|
||||
\ the last time you need to be unhappy because of me, Old Man, I promise.
|
||||
\ OOOOOH-OOOOOOOOOH the pain returns. I focus on 28. Her face is sad
|
||||
\ once again, I got used to this picture. She looks at me with tearful eyes,
|
||||
\ like always, probably begging for the pain to stop. My pain, not hers. I guess
|
||||
\ my pain becomes her pain, which was the plan all along. Why am I so cruel
|
||||
\ to you, 28? I love you! You are the most dear thing in this small world
|
||||
\ of mine and it is my duty to hurt you, why? Why do I go along with this,
|
||||
\ why didn't I stop this, what was it, Milgram experiment? A long time ago?
|
||||
\ Immediately? I know why. You've become the most dear thing in my life
|
||||
\ exactly because I've hurt you so much. Was it your wish? Did I guess right?
|
||||
\ If it was, why are you so sad? I hope your sadness will go away,
|
||||
\ you don't need to wo--
|
||||
|
||||
SSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIII--
|
||||
|
||||
I close my eyes and pant heavily. It was a big deal after all, I guess the needle
|
||||
\ came through. It will come through many more times and I'm thankful for that.
|
||||
\ I open my eyes again, blink to clear tears away and look at 28. She's crying now,
|
||||
\ keeping silence best she can. You shouldn't wo--
|
||||
|
||||
OH-OH-OH-OH-Oh-oh-OH-OH
|
||||
|
||||
I think they are installing an eyelet into the hole, it hurts as well. Can you
|
||||
\ get used to this? Will it hurt more or less? I feel pressure, more pressure,
|
||||
\ MORE PRES-- FUUUUUUUCK they must have crimped the eyelet now. I think Bunny
|
||||
\ does the work and Foxy? Maybe hands the instruments. I hope they let 28 see
|
||||
\ as much as possible, I want her to know what's happening, to imagine what
|
||||
\ I feel and also to appreciate the resu--
|
||||
|
||||
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
|
||||
|
||||
That's a second, the opposite side now. Actually it isn't that bad. The pain
|
||||
\ is sharp and overwhelming, but it goes away quickly, leaving just a throbbing
|
||||
\ that I can IGNORE NO PROB-- I pant heavily again. Thank fuck for the gag,
|
||||
\ I'll be grinding my teeth now if not for the gag. I think we'll need
|
||||
\ to throw it aWAY NOW FOR ALL THE BITE MArks should I not chew through it
|
||||
\ outright. I hope I won't, that would be a problem. My mind is starting
|
||||
\ to slow down. I should focus on 28 again, no more distractions. She's still
|
||||
\ crying silently, I want her tears to go awa--
|
||||
|
||||
AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaa...
|
||||
|
||||
How much more to go... Does it matter... Before my eyes is not 28 as she is
|
||||
\ at the moment, but the face of 28 holding a gun against my forehead,
|
||||
\ her mouth... trembling... her eyes... in panic... Yeah, that's another
|
||||
\ eyelet going in, yeah, it hurts like hell, yeah, I want it to stop,
|
||||
\ but does it matter... No, it's nothing in comparison to what I did to her.
|
||||
\ Now, NOW the guilt is here, and it hits like a fucking truck, and I'm drowning
|
||||
\ in it, helplessly trying to get on surface, but there is no hope, there is
|
||||
\ no surface, there is only 28's face... I'm drowning in her face, I can't
|
||||
\ breathe very well, I'm not going to be able to ever look at her again, and
|
||||
\ I love her so much now, because I've hurt her so much, and how is this not
|
||||
\ the most fucked up thing there is... -- "come here" -- 28 is talking to me,
|
||||
\ sorry 28, I can't move, I'd do anything you ask for, but I can't... -- "well
|
||||
\ who's fault is that?" -- mine, this is all my fault... -- "if you weren't
|
||||
\ so unbelievably dumb" -- I was, and I still am, and I'm so sorry... -- "look
|
||||
\ at her face" -- whose face, 28? -- "I don't think she can hear us" -- oh,
|
||||
\ agent Foxy comes into view, of course she can't... -- "why are you here?" --
|
||||
\ to overview your punishment... -- "well, are you helping?" -- I don't know,
|
||||
\ I don't know, 28... -- "what do you think is happening here?" -- I'm hurting
|
||||
\ myself in order to punish you... -- "overall, do you think I'm just playing
|
||||
\ with some girl from above?" -- I didn't consider this... -- "well, I'm not" --
|
||||
\ I'm sorry you sound so sad... -- "the orders did not come from me" -- I know,
|
||||
\ all the orders were mine, it's all my fault... -- "classified" -- yes, that's
|
||||
\ the name you gave me, 28 -- "you are such a failure" -- I know, I know and
|
||||
\ I'm so so sorry... -- "you were given an order" -- I didn't have
|
||||
\ to follow it... -- "an order is an order, you have to do it and do it right" --
|
||||
\ but I'm not a real colonel, I'm just a useless camwhore... -- "you should
|
||||
\ think what you are going to do after" -- I'll go away, lay down and
|
||||
\ never get up... -- "why did you go along with this?" -- because I got
|
||||
\ carried away... -- "were you coerced into it?" -- no, I could have refused
|
||||
\ at any moment... -- "whatever you do, don't give her reason to feel guilty" --
|
||||
\ agent Foxy, I take full responsibility... -- "I understand
|
||||
\ you aren't friends" -- I still like her, and she's friends with you... --
|
||||
\ "if anything bad happens to her" -- I won't allow it... -- "and she is
|
||||
\ this close to harming herself" -- Foxy, please, none of this is
|
||||
\ on you... -- "shmerapy, she needs a friend" -- I am the worst friend anyone
|
||||
\ can find... -- "a genuine friend, not an ordered one" -- I know I can't order
|
||||
\ friendship... -- "you have less than a day" -- I'll do my best, 28, I'll do
|
||||
\ anything... -- "I repeat, why are you here?" -- I don't know, I'm so sorry... --
|
||||
\ "get your noggin' joggin'" -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... --
|
||||
\ "wake up" -- but I'm not sleeping... -- "wake up" -- 28, I love you... --
|
||||
\ "wake up" -- you smell so nice...
|
||||
|
||||
There is a new sensation, I'm being slapped across the face.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mute, wake up."
|
||||
|
||||
[[28 stands before me.|next]]
|
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|
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|
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|
|||
She's not crying anymore, she looks concerned. I blink and try to cover my face,
|
||||
\ but I'm still fixed to the X-cross. She looks at me intently, then silently
|
||||
\ returns to her bed. I feel empty, what do I do now. Is this stupid thing over?
|
||||
\ I want to leave and never return, I'll go away, just away, whatever. My collar
|
||||
\ is being unlocked and removed as well as my gag, and I drop my head. Yeah,
|
||||
\ looks like it's done, my pussy is bandaged and sore, I feel the throbbing
|
||||
\ in many places all at once, but I couldn't care less, what-e-ver. Someone
|
||||
\ is unlocking my ankles and I stand on the floor, then my wrists are free
|
||||
\ and I quickly turn around. I can't look at 28, at least right now, I can't.
|
||||
|
||||
I drop down on a chair and start dressing. Agents are looking at me,
|
||||
\ I need to tell them something I guess. I pick up my phone.
|
||||
|
||||
> Very good, agents, thank you.
|
||||
|
||||
They are silent. Something's wrong.
|
||||
|
||||
> What is it?
|
||||
|
||||
They just look at me. Foxy starts to type, why?
|
||||
|
||||
>> Mam, you need help. Please spend the night with us and we'll talk tomorrow.
|
||||
|
||||
No, I want to be alone.
|
||||
|
||||
> You've helped already, excellent job agents.
|
||||
|
||||
They look unconvinced. No matter, I'm the officer here. I finish putting on
|
||||
\ the uniform and stand up.
|
||||
|
||||
> Operation 28 is a success, please do the formalities, I'll be around if you need me.
|
||||
|
||||
I leave the hospital and walk wherever, just wandering around. I have nothing
|
||||
\ to do anymore, no one to see, nowhere to be. I want out. I want my clothes back.
|
||||
\ I find the way to my room and change. The catsuit feels very nice again,
|
||||
\ I appreciate the tightness and the leather and the craftsmanship and
|
||||
\ the looks. Do I need anything with me? Not really, I'll just go. 418, right?
|
||||
\ I hope I still have access. I walk the arrows towards it and the door lets me
|
||||
\ through, thanks. I ride the elevator again and close the heavy door behind me.
|
||||
\ I don't think I can open it again on my own, but I don't want to so it's fine.
|
||||
\ I get outside and it's raining, of fucking course, but the air is nice,
|
||||
\ I take a deep breath. When was the last time I walked in the rain?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Oh yeah, when the sirens started to sing, and I still don't know what it was.
|
||||
\ What a ride, huh. A ride I didn't like in the end, I'm fucking done, I'm spent,
|
||||
\ I can't. I won't kill myself without 28's permission, like I promised her,
|
||||
\ but I just can't. I'll just sit here under a tree and wait for something
|
||||
\ to happen I guess. I should be hungry, but I'm not. My pussy aches, but it's
|
||||
\ of little concern. I'm so tired of everything I'm barely registering
|
||||
\ any sensations at all, like the cold water on my face or the cold soggy ground
|
||||
\ under my ass... I'm appreciating the symmetry, this weather is exactly how
|
||||
\ I feel inside. I'd sing something sad and hopeless if I could, but, you know.
|
||||
\ It's not a self-pity session, it's just an observation of a life not worth living.
|
||||
|
||||
I hug my knees and drop my head, cold water lands on my neck and rolls down
|
||||
\ my collar. There's an earthworm doing its thing on the ground, I watch it.
|
||||
\ I'll name you... Matt. Memory comes back in fragments. So it wasn't
|
||||
\ an imaginary 28 talking to me in my mind, it was the real one talking
|
||||
\ to agents, what was she saying? They are not my friends? That's a shame,
|
||||
\ I did consider them friends, but come to think of it, who am I to them?
|
||||
\ A source of amusement, not much else. I took this whole thing so much more
|
||||
\ serious than I should have. This "operation" may have been just a little
|
||||
\ roleplay to keep agent Mistress entertained, and what did you turn it into,
|
||||
\ Mute? And what did you turn yourself into? And how do you come back
|
||||
\ from there? You don't, do you?
|
||||
|
||||
I take my phone out. I want to tell her how I feel right now, but I'm not sure
|
||||
\ I'll find the will to send the message. I don't think I'll have signal here
|
||||
\ anyway, but I want to type it, so I start composing. I take my time editing
|
||||
\ and rewriting it, I want the words to reflect my feelings.
|
||||
|
||||
> I'm writing this while you're still 28. I want you to know I didn't enjoy it,
|
||||
> at all. I feel empty, sad, tired and extremely guilty. I also feel I love you,
|
||||
> probably because I've hurt you so much, and I also feel I won't be able
|
||||
> to look into your eyes ever again, and it tears me apart. I still have
|
||||
> no idea what you feel towards me if anything, but whatever it is I want
|
||||
> most of all for you to be happy. Please. I realize these feelings may
|
||||
> change soon, so I find it important to capture them before I forget.
|
||||
|
||||
There is something else. I think it over. Yes.
|
||||
|
||||
> If we meet again under right circumstances I want you to lace my pussy up
|
||||
> and accept it as my gift to you, it's all I have so I can't offer anything else.
|
||||
> This is not about sex, this is a friendship symbol, however weird and insane
|
||||
> it may look. These eyelets are a part of you inside me, I want you to swear
|
||||
> you won't take them out and won't let others do it.
|
||||
|
||||
Nothing else comes to mind, I put the phone away. It sure is unpleasant sitting
|
||||
\ under cold rain, I shiver. Matt is gone now, he has more important things to do
|
||||
\ than keep me company I guess. Someone is coming though, I hear movement through the rain.
|
||||
|
||||
"Awaiting orders, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
I don't lift my head. I don't care whether it's Bunny or Foxy, I have no
|
||||
\ further orders for you, agent. I don't want her to stand in the rain though,
|
||||
\ and I don't want to sound sexy.
|
||||
|
||||
"go-a-way"
|
||||
|
||||
"Negative, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
"I-res-cind-me-ta-or-der"
|
||||
|
||||
"Negative, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
I guess it still counts as another order, so she needs to approve it.
|
||||
\ Fair, but annoying.
|
||||
|
||||
"I-or-der-you-to-a-void-cat-ching-cold"
|
||||
|
||||
"Acknowledged, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
"dis-missed"
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"Permission to sit beside you, colonel."
|
||||
|
||||
That's low. I look up. Bunny is standing at attention in front of me.
|
||||
\ Fuck you agent, this was uncalled for. Okay, sexy voice now.
|
||||
|
||||
"Fuck you agent Bunny. My impression is you did not for one second take this
|
||||
\ assignment seriously. You did not consider me a real colonel before, so using
|
||||
\ this shit against me now should be beneath you."
|
||||
|
||||
She doesn't respond and she doesn't move. I drop my head back. Do what you want,
|
||||
\ I can't stop you from standing.
|
||||
|
||||
"Apologies, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
"What for?"
|
||||
|
||||
"For using this shit against you now, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
"I don't think I'm the right person to apologize to, I think very little
|
||||
\ of myself at the moment. Seek forgiveness from your own honour."
|
||||
|
||||
She stands in silence, I sit in silence. What is this, Fight Club?
|
||||
\ You are too fucking blonde? I'm not fighting, not today.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Fuck, we're outside. What if the rain is radioactive? You stubborn child,
|
||||
\ you won't leave me alone, would you? Fine, you win. I get up and go towards
|
||||
\ the hatch. I'll just be miserable inside, whatever. And while I'm busy being
|
||||
\ miserable I'll give you something to do as well. We go down the hatch. I lead
|
||||
\ Bunny into the bedroom and point to my art installation from what feels like
|
||||
\ many years ago. It's in there somewhere.
|
||||
|
||||
"Bunker may have been exposed to radiation, count all the geigers."
|
||||
|
||||
Her hand jerks to salute me, but she stops it half way and starts digging around
|
||||
\ after a brief pause. Good, no more of this colonel crap I hope. She finds
|
||||
\ the counter, turns it on and goes out. I want to drop on the bed, but I'm
|
||||
\ wet and dirty and the bed did nothing wrong to me. It's so cold here I can see
|
||||
\ my breath. I need to wash my ass and the boots, but I don't want to, I'll just
|
||||
\ sit on the floor, or better yet lie down. I remember pony days again, that was
|
||||
\ the highest point of my life, and now it's the lowest, what a ride indeed.
|
||||
\ Could I convince them to let me live in the bunker from now on? Would I be
|
||||
\ able to? Probably not, I'd just poison myself with a mushroom or get lost
|
||||
\ in the woods immediately. I can't survive on my own, I'm nothing like Old Man.
|
||||
\ I can't go back though. I don't want to think about the future, it's gonna have
|
||||
\ to happen on its own. Fuck it's cold, I've been shivering for a while now.
|
||||
\ Maybe I'll just go to sleep and don't wake up, that would be easier for everyone...
|
||||
\ I close my eyes. Whirring and thumping make me drowsy, I don't mind tuning out for a bit...
|
||||
|
||||
"Mam, what are you doing?" -- spoken with concern and maybe a hint of fear.
|
||||
\ Are you afraid for me or for yourself, agent? And what's it with the mam again?
|
||||
|
||||
"Mam, please get up!" -- now a hint of... pleading? She doesn't feel in control,
|
||||
\ probably for the first time in a while. Maybe it's Foxy.
|
||||
|
||||
I open my eyes. Agent Foxy stands in the doorway with bags in her hands, like
|
||||
\ she's back from shopping. She's out of breath, did she have to go up the stairs?
|
||||
\ That's rough.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mam, you have to get up!" -- definitely pleading. It's me who's a stubborn
|
||||
\ child now, isn't it? Do I hate them enough to continue? No, not really.
|
||||
\ Okay, whatever, I get up.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mam..."
|
||||
|
||||
What? Not much to say, is it? I sit on the chair, better? She goes out, but soon
|
||||
\ returns without the bags, looks at me and goes out again. I hear her walking
|
||||
\ around the bunker, then there are some, like, housekeeping sounds. Agent Bunny
|
||||
\ walks into the room, looking busy, she takes measurements and stands in front of me.
|
||||
|
||||
"No contamination, m--" -- she catches herself. No, it doesn't sit right with me.
|
||||
\ I didn't ask you to be here. I didn't ask you to care for me. I did ask you
|
||||
\ to stop acting, indirectly, but it shouldn't be against your wish, agent.
|
||||
|
||||
"Address me however you want, don't twist yourself, it's not a big deal. Keep
|
||||
\ saluting if you want. Do what you want, in general. Just be informed I don't
|
||||
\ feel very social right now."
|
||||
|
||||
"Understood. Mam. Sorry, it just feels natural. I don't know what I want.
|
||||
\ I want to help you."
|
||||
|
||||
"I don't dislike you, agent. It's completely normal you don't consider me a friend."
|
||||
|
||||
She looks like she wants to say something, but she doesn't.
|
||||
|
||||
"See if agent Foxy needs help."
|
||||
|
||||
She hesitates for a second, then puts the counter back into the pile and leaves.
|
||||
\ I don't want to get up yet. It's still cold, I put my hands to my mouth
|
||||
\ and blow into them. Doesn't really help. So I take it they won't leave,
|
||||
\ not without me at least. I don't want to be a spoiled princess they have
|
||||
\ to serve, but I'm not ready to do anything. I also don't want to invent
|
||||
\ solutions, I just want to lie down again. You know what, I'll do that.
|
||||
|
||||
I take my boots off, then unzip the catsuit and get out of it. I'd just leave it
|
||||
\ on the floor, but I don't want to keep being a three-year-old throwing a fit,
|
||||
\ so I put it on a chair instead. I'm fucking freezing now, and I welcome
|
||||
\ the frost, it fits my mood. I take off my panties, get under the blanket
|
||||
\ and turn to the wall, shivering again. This is my final form, agents,
|
||||
\ you'll have to work around it, whatever your work is.
|
||||
|
||||
Someone comes into the room and doesn't move for a minute, then it sounds like
|
||||
\ someone's undressing. Oh, don't do that to me, don't guilt-trip me into
|
||||
\ not being guilty, that just might not work as you expect. Steps come closer
|
||||
\ and now someone is in the bed, spooning me. It feels nice, I don't want nice,
|
||||
\ but I'm too tired to object.
|
||||
|
||||
"I want to warm you up, mam." -- so it must be Bunny then. She is warm, and
|
||||
\ I feel very silly, still like a child or you know what? Oh, oh-oh-oh, ooooh,
|
||||
\ here it comes, [[here it comes.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
Nuclear winter is not a theory, it's not a pun, it's not a trope and it's not
|
||||
\ a meme, it's something that kills people. I've been on the move for weeks now,
|
||||
\ staying warm by any means possible, but now I'm at my limit. There is nothing
|
||||
\ around but the snow and the cold, no fuel to light a fire, no wind shelter,
|
||||
\ no nothing, just snow, just cold, just a blizzard. I've lost feeling
|
||||
\ in my limbs I don't even remember when, I'm just moving my legs out of
|
||||
\ pure determination, I'll keep walking until I can't. I'll probably be dead
|
||||
\ before morning, but I'll die with my boots on, this is all I have left.
|
||||
\ What is this? A door in the ground? Is this... hope? I try to open the door,
|
||||
\ but it doesn't open. All I can do is sit near and start knocking, start
|
||||
\ knock-knock-knock-knoking... knocking... knocking... knock-knock-knock...
|
||||
\ There's no answer, so there is no hope after all. Only snow... Only cold...
|
||||
\ Only a blizzard... Then the door opens and I'm taken inside and there are
|
||||
\ two girls there, twins, and they look at me with pity, and they want
|
||||
\ to help me, but they don't know how. They only have one bed that they share,
|
||||
\ but they put me on it and one of them is trying to warm me up with her own
|
||||
\ body, because she doesn't have a better idea... They don't know my name,
|
||||
\ they don't know anything about me, they just find it important to save me
|
||||
\ whoever I may be...
|
||||
|
||||
I can work with that.
|
||||
|
||||
"I want to say something to you, mam." -- go ahead, Bunny, I won't stop you.
|
||||
\ I did order you to do what you want after all.
|
||||
|
||||
"I have no idea how to help you, but at least I can be honest. We didn't think
|
||||
\ it's a real assignment, and we didn't think you're a real colonel. We thought
|
||||
\ of it as an R&R chance that we were lucky to get. We thought Em just wanted
|
||||
\ to have fun while she's recovering. I have my doubts now, maybe we should have
|
||||
\ taken this seriously. I'm afraid... I'm afraid we're gonna fail, but
|
||||
\ I don't think we have time to make things right. At the very least I have to do
|
||||
\ whatever it takes to save you from physical harm. You are correct, we didn't
|
||||
\ consider you a friend, but I'm starting to regret this, mam. I'm starting to
|
||||
\ think that you are a real colonel after all, even if you don't know that
|
||||
\ yourself yet. I'm also starting to think that you may be the best person I'll
|
||||
\ ever meet and that I've missed my chance at friendship with you. If we
|
||||
\ meet again after this assignment is over I'd like to spend more time with you,
|
||||
\ and if we won't, I'd like you to know that I'd probably look back at our time
|
||||
\ together... well, with strong emotions."
|
||||
|
||||
Do I need to make a judgement? I'm not your judge, agent. I wish you to live
|
||||
\ a long and happy life and if you need my recommendations you'll have them,
|
||||
\ even if everything you're saying now is simply because you are afraid
|
||||
\ to fail a mission.
|
||||
|
||||
"You've mentioned my honour, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"I will have to re-evaluate many of my decisions up to this point."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"And though I didn't feel it previously, I'm feeling it now: it really was
|
||||
\ an honour to serve under your command, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
I hear Foxy entering the room and leaving again. Why whould I know anything
|
||||
\ about honour, agent Bunny, it was just a figure of speech. I can't remember
|
||||
\ one thing I did right in my entire life, but I can name many I did wrong.
|
||||
\ Is there a way to save their mission? What would be a success condition?
|
||||
\ I feel like a wounded soldier that learns about an imminent enemy attack
|
||||
\ and has to stand up and fight again. Fuck. I pick up my phone. Someone
|
||||
\ needs my help, how can I refuse.
|
||||
|
||||
"What do you think your assignment entails? Why are you afraid of failing it?"
|
||||
|
||||
"We were told to help you, mam. We thought it meant providing assistance with...
|
||||
\ practical tasks, but we didn't consider broader context. We are afraid
|
||||
\ we didn't help you... Maybe quite the opposite."
|
||||
|
||||
So I need to help them help me, huh? The problem is I don't see how to do it,
|
||||
\ and Bunny already told me she doesn't either. What do I need help with anyway?
|
||||
\ What makes me unable to live like a normal person? I'd say mostly it's me
|
||||
\ being completely unfit for adult life. Do you need a pony, agents?
|
||||
|
||||
"You didn't make it worse. What, you think you piercing my pussy is why I'm sad?
|
||||
\ That's missing the problem by a mile and a half. How did it end up by the way,
|
||||
\ do you like it?"
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"I'm sorry, mam, I'm not really into BDSM." -- is she being shy all of a sudden?
|
||||
\ I turn towards her. She does look embarrassed, that's new. -- "I did my best
|
||||
\ to follow your instructions. By the way, let me take a look."
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, sure, I'm naked anyway. She lifts the blanket and inspects the bandages.
|
||||
\ I try to take a look as well, but can't get a good view. No matter, it can wait.
|
||||
\ Bunny seems satisfied, but then her face changes slightly and she strokes me gently.
|
||||
|
||||
"My training clouded my judgement, mam. I focused on work at hand and didn't
|
||||
\ think of you as... anything more. I didn't try to make it less painful as per
|
||||
\ your instructions, I... It only occurred to me just now that you may had hurt
|
||||
\ yourself intentionally with the orders you gave me."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"I was under the impression that you enjoy being in pain, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
... Oh, is this a question?
|
||||
|
||||
"I don't. Stop second-guessing, I very much appreciate what you did for me.
|
||||
\ I'm just... not normal, I guess."
|
||||
|
||||
"Are you punishing yourself, mam?"
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"I've done things."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"Did you shoot Em?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Classified. Let's just say that incident does involve me."
|
||||
|
||||
"She'll be fine, it's not a big deal."
|
||||
|
||||
Are you trying to tell me I worry about trivial shit? That particular thing is not
|
||||
\ what I had in mind. You weren't there, you haven't seen her face Bunny,
|
||||
\ or her eyes under that piggy mask. Fuck, this hurts.
|
||||
|
||||
"Would you say she was enjoying her suspension?"
|
||||
|
||||
"It's not for me to say, mam. I thought you two worked together so I assumed she was."
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
"But even if that's not the case... Mam, she's an agent, she can take much more than that."
|
||||
|
||||
I disagree, but whatever. The bunker is much warmer now, I guess they've switched
|
||||
\ heating on somehow somewhere. I turn to the wall again, and Bunny is back
|
||||
\ to spooning me under the blanket. I don't feel as awful now, I guess they were
|
||||
\ able to help me after all, I hope their fears will come to nothing. I'm not ready
|
||||
\ to go back though. I want to spend the night here, and they probably still
|
||||
\ won't leave me alone, but now their company doesn't annoy me as much. They
|
||||
\ didn't do anything wrong to me, not before, not now. Like right this moment,
|
||||
\ part of me wants to go back to the cold rain and, I don't know, go search
|
||||
\ for Matt or something, but another part of me does very much enjoy being here
|
||||
\ with Bunny in this dim reddish light, in this warm bunker, both of us naked,
|
||||
\ and maybe she'll start stroking my body again... Hm? No. Not to have sex,
|
||||
\ just because I'm hurting and she wants to help. This is nice, and part of me
|
||||
\ wants nice...
|
||||
|
||||
"Guys..." -- Foxy came into the bedroom and she sounds confused -- "I think
|
||||
\ I maybe might have panicked a little... And went a bit overboard with
|
||||
\ heating... And maybe we'll have a slightly hot evening here..."
|
||||
|
||||
I turn around again. She stands in the doorframe, her head down, her shirt
|
||||
\ unbuttoned. My despair session is completely ruined, this is a sleepover now,
|
||||
\ what next, pillowfight? I guess it depends on the size of her "bit", maybe
|
||||
\ instead of a nuclear winter we'll have a serious global warming on our hands.
|
||||
\ I'm not leaving unless it becomes dangerous, like for real. I sigh. No rest
|
||||
\ for the wicked, I guess.
|
||||
|
||||
"Anyone hungry?"
|
||||
|
||||
I'm not really that better, but I can pretend now.
|
||||
\ [[And I really don't mind a late breakfast.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
"Are you next of kin?" -- the doctor looks normal, wearing a white lab coat
|
||||
\ and glasses. I nod. -- "Alrighty then, please fill in the form here."
|
||||
|
||||
He hands me a sheet of paper on a clipboard and a pen. Quite the old school
|
||||
\ system they have here. Right. Name, age, medical history. This is a bit
|
||||
\ of a problem, I know nothing about nothing, especially for a supposed
|
||||
\ relative. Hmmm, relative, eh? What's my last name again? I have no better
|
||||
\ idea anyway. I scribble on the paper and hand it back.
|
||||
|
||||
"Secret agent Old Man? Everything about him classified? Even his age? Miss,
|
||||
\ I have a legitimate medical need to know, I need to treat him!"
|
||||
|
||||
I take the paper back and scribble some more.
|
||||
|
||||
"My best estimate is... I mean, yes, it's possible, but it's a clear risk
|
||||
\ for the patient."
|
||||
|
||||
I scribble some more.
|
||||
|
||||
"Agent Mistress? Woah, alright, alright, if you say so. I just... I'm obliged
|
||||
\ to inform you that lack of information presents risk. Just so you know."
|
||||
|
||||
I nod. What do you want from me? I'd tell you everything if I knew anything
|
||||
\ myself, but I just don't, all right? There is no choice here, risk or no risk.
|
||||
\ We need him to wake up and then he'll tell more himself.
|
||||
|
||||
"So, current status. The patient is stable, unconscious, prognosis positive.
|
||||
\ You can stay by his side no problem, it's even advised. Data suggests talking
|
||||
\ to patients is linked with faster recovery, so you do that. Topics don't
|
||||
\ matter much but I recommend something relaxing, maybe some pleasant shared memories."
|
||||
|
||||
I just look at him.
|
||||
|
||||
"What is it?"
|
||||
|
||||
I take my phone out.
|
||||
|
||||
> Mute
|
||||
|
||||
"Hi Mute, I'm Vincent."
|
||||
|
||||
This is the worst dad joke I can imagine. It's so bad I will buy this guy a drink
|
||||
\ sometime. Of course he's seen my pass, that adds another layer. I take it all in,
|
||||
\ appreciate the context, turn it around in my mind, examining it from different
|
||||
\ sides. Yeah, that's a rarity. Still, there's something I need to tell him.
|
||||
|
||||
> I can't talk.
|
||||
|
||||
"I understand, I'm a bit busy myself."
|
||||
|
||||
Motherfucker, I'm sure you are being thick on purpose, you absolute tease.
|
||||
|
||||
> I'm unable to produce sounds with my throat.
|
||||
|
||||
"Oooooh, you mean you are mute AND your name is Mute? Wow miss, this is a really
|
||||
\ curious medical coincidence, I'll ask you for a research interview later."
|
||||
|
||||
I make an impatient gesture.
|
||||
|
||||
"Yeah, well, let's see here. One option would be someone other than you who CAN
|
||||
\ talk to the patient. Anyone on your mind?" -- No.
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
I'm very nervous. All of them more or less have an idea of my character by now,
|
||||
\ but I wouldn't expect them to just nod at what I have to tell them sooner
|
||||
\ or later. I look at Em.
|
||||
|
||||
"I'm not talking." -- she's sitting on a bed, keeping a poker face.
|
||||
|
||||
The rest of us just sit on the floor, because I was loo lazy to organize
|
||||
\ any of this properly. I don't think it matters that much, floor is fine.
|
||||
\ Before me are Old Man, Bunny and Foxy, and there is no one else who can have
|
||||
\ an informed-- well, -ish opinion whether I've finally gotten off my rocker
|
||||
\ or not. I'm hesitant, I'm still not sure I'll be able to do it.
|
||||
|
||||
"Alright, I'll set the stage." -- Em looks bored already -- "Mute is going
|
||||
\ to ask me of something unusual. The three of you need to understand the request
|
||||
\ and approve of it before I'll do the same, because I need a second opinion.
|
||||
\ Go on." -- and the puck is with me again.
|
||||
|
||||
I sigh. Then I sigh again.
|
||||
|
||||
> I want agent Mistress to become my
|
||||
|
||||
I can't. This is what I want, but how can I tell them? Pulling the trigger was so,
|
||||
\ so much more easy than this. I type the word and press the button and close my eyes.
|
||||
|
||||
"I want agent Mistress to become my owner."
|
||||
|
||||
There, no turning back now. I'm off the map, I've never been to such a place before.
|
||||
\ I look at them, no real surprise on their faces somehow. The jury is silent
|
||||
\ for a while, then Old Man speaks with calm.
|
||||
|
||||
"You don't mean in legal sense, do you? It's just a roleplay like we did back
|
||||
\ in the bunker, right?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Not exactly like that, deeper. I want this roleplay to be as real as it can be.
|
||||
\ I don't want to feel that I can stop this at will. I want to feel owned,
|
||||
\ if it makes sense. If there is a way to make it legal I want to do it too."
|
||||
|
||||
"Man, I can't approve of that." -- yeah, I didn't expect him to. I did wish him to,
|
||||
\ but that would be a miracle -- "You are a person Mute, you should stay a person.
|
||||
\ A free person."
|
||||
|
||||
I went all in and I lost, there's nothing more for me to add I guess. What did
|
||||
\ I say about no turning back? Yes I can, watch me. I turn around and hug my knees.
|
||||
\ I want them to leave now.
|
||||
|
||||
"We don't know you very well, mam," -- judging by the sound direction
|
||||
\ it's Bunny. -- "but we know Em, to some extent. She can be... really into it..."
|
||||
|
||||
~~"I approve."~~
|
||||
|
||||
What? Foxy? How? If they are not suprised, I definitely am.
|
||||
|
||||
"Please hear me out, I have good reasons."
|
||||
|
||||
I can hear her getting up and moving towards me. She stands behind me, between me and them.
|
||||
|
||||
"Miss Classified obviously can't talk. I mean besides her being mute, she can't find
|
||||
\ the strength to defend her position. I think I understand what's going on here
|
||||
\ so I'll talk on her behalf. If I get anything wrong, please correct me, mam."
|
||||
|
||||
I nod. Agent Foxy, I did not expect this from you.
|
||||
|
||||
"The three of us are here because this is the closest she can get to a family.
|
||||
\ Sir, you are clearly a father figure, me and Bunny she considers sisters,
|
||||
\ not exactly, but to some degree. Just a moment ago she came out before us,
|
||||
\ confessing something extremely intimate, looking for our approval, literally.
|
||||
\ To turn her down would be devastating to her, maybe life-changing, maybe even
|
||||
\ life-destroying. This is really as grave as I make it sound, it's no joking matter.
|
||||
\ We have to be supportive of her personality, like her life depends on it."
|
||||
|
||||
This is not a good reason, agent. You can't do it because you fear for my life, come on.
|
||||
|
||||
"This is not a good enough reason by itself, but please listen on. I assume
|
||||
\ your argument against is a principled one, like slavery is unacceptable, period.
|
||||
\ This is completely understandable and hard to argue against, but I will try anyway."
|
||||
|
||||
She's silent for a moment, others too.
|
||||
|
||||
"I did not consider that assignment done. I thought long and hard, I had to really reflect
|
||||
\ like never before and I understood a couple of things. This is not a surprise for me,
|
||||
\ I anticipated this situation, that's why I'm not improvising here, I had my decision ready.
|
||||
\ So, the things. First, miss Classified will never be happy alone, she needs a partner,
|
||||
\ and not just any partner. Second, my most basic principle is to do good by people.
|
||||
\ What's bad about slavery is that it's done without consent, and at the same time
|
||||
\ is miss Classified really free now if she can't give her consent for the only thing
|
||||
\ that she's certain will make her happy? Who are we really to say no? On what grounds?
|
||||
\ Is it her life or not? Of course if she was forced or coerced or otherwise pushed
|
||||
\ that would be a different conversation, but we do indeed know Em to some extent,
|
||||
\ and I don't believe that she'd do any of that."
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, are you free to give your freedom away, a classic paradox.
|
||||
|
||||
"If I deny miss Classified's wish, what can I offer her instead? A life of anti-depressants?
|
||||
\ A hope that it's a phase that will pass? Myself as her owner instead of Em? None of this
|
||||
\ is fair trade. Finally, I have one more thing to talk about, Em herself. Like you've said
|
||||
\ Bunny, she can be really into it, but I don't think it's something bad. She takes these
|
||||
\ things absolutely seriously, she'd sooner chew her leg off than allow anything bad to happen
|
||||
\ to those who gave her permission to decide for them. She won't stand for a minute
|
||||
\ for any breach of the imaginary contract, like you give me your freedom, and I give you
|
||||
\ whatever it is that makes you happy. And now I come to the most important part. I think
|
||||
\ Em is not ready to accept miss Classified's offer for whatever reasons, but being
|
||||
\ a little coward that she is and we all like, she wants to avoid the heavy burden
|
||||
\ of rejecting you, mam. She wants us to frame for her own faults and I personally
|
||||
\ do not appreciate it, fuck you Em."
|
||||
|
||||
I hear Foxy returning to her place and sitting back down.
|
||||
|
||||
"Well fuck you right back." -- Em gets up from the bed and walks towards me -- "I have
|
||||
\ nothing to say for myself, you are spot on. Don't bother, I don't need your approval
|
||||
\ anymore." -- she stops near me -- "I'm sorry, Mute. It's not that I'm not ready,
|
||||
\ it's that you're not ready yet, but I really did want to avoid having to tell you this."
|
||||
|
||||
You know what sucks? Being given hope only for it to crumble in your hands.
|
||||
\ Oooh I'm gonna be very miserable very soon. Please leave. All of you.
|
||||
|
||||
"You'll have to prove to me that you are ready and then I won't need any second,
|
||||
\ third or fourth opinions. Until then I have plans to keep you entertained,
|
||||
\ I won't just leave you here alone, come on."
|
||||
|
||||
I uh...
|
||||
|
||||
"And by come on I mean come on, let's go. You live with me now. You want legal?
|
||||
\ I can make it legal, soon-to-be-private. Up, up, up."
|
||||
|
||||
I get up.
|
||||
|
||||
"I was worried about you, Foxy." -- Em turns to her -- "It's good to see you're back
|
||||
\ in shape, I won't be this sloppy next time I need to fool you. Take care guys,
|
||||
\ make sure to visit often."
|
||||
|
||||
[[I follow Em outside.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,56 @@
|
|||
We go in silence. I don't know about this. I need time to analyze what's happening,
|
||||
\ but once again I haven't been given time, I've been given an order. I fully
|
||||
\ appreciate I don't have to follow it, or follow her, I just... Fucking hell.
|
||||
\ So I'm not ready yet, huh? What is it that I lack, do I need even more submission
|
||||
\ towards her? How is it that I prove my readiness? What sort of an exam I have
|
||||
\ to pass? And do I want to enter a relationship that requires me to pass exams?
|
||||
\ No, not really. That's the problem here, this shit doesn't sit right with me.
|
||||
\ I didn't ask her to prove anything to me, so it's unfair that suddenly
|
||||
\ I have to do it. I'm also not that hot on exams in general, I am what I am,
|
||||
\ take it or leave it. What do I do if she doesn't take me though? A life
|
||||
\ of anti-depressants does not sound that exciting, I agree with Foxy here.
|
||||
|
||||
We arrive at her place, I guess, and now I stand near the entrance, while she's
|
||||
\ busy with something. The light is soft and warm, the room looks minimalistic
|
||||
\ but appealing. This must be her home office of sorts, I see displays on a table,
|
||||
\ nothing on them, and a keyboard, and an office chair. Em is back, and she stands
|
||||
\ in front of me, looking serious.
|
||||
|
||||
"I had to maintain my noblesse oblige before them, but I can drop the act now.
|
||||
\ Mute, I'm not rejecting you. This is the one thing I want to make absolutely clear,
|
||||
\ I'm not. At the same time I can't accept your consent for life-long relationship
|
||||
\ of this sort before it's completely, unquestionably established beyond any doubt
|
||||
\ you know what you're asking for, and I don't think you do. You don't ask me
|
||||
\ to marry you, you ask me to take away your freedom and make it so you won't be able
|
||||
\ to get it back should you change your mind later. This is a commitment for me
|
||||
\ as large as it is for you. I refuse to enjoy myself at your expense. If you are
|
||||
\ unhappy later, that would make two of us, and there will be no way out, because
|
||||
\ I will make sure there is no way out to the best of my ability, because it's what
|
||||
\ you ask me to do."
|
||||
|
||||
I know it's a risk, but what are my options? Not do it? And then what?
|
||||
|
||||
"It's hard to say this without being off-putting, please don't take it
|
||||
\ the wrong way." -- she sighs -- "Let's start small, okay? What I see is right now
|
||||
\ you don't want anything at all from me, you're mad at me, upset and angry, and
|
||||
\ I understand, and this is exactly what I'm talking about. You have to trust me
|
||||
\ two hundred percent, you have to know at all times that what I decide is the right
|
||||
\ thing to do, period. If I say you're not ready it means you aren't, and if
|
||||
\ it doesn't mean that, than it means it even more. It came out convoluted, sorry."
|
||||
|
||||
No, I understand. This is what I lack, I have to submit to rejection of my submission,
|
||||
\ but there's a problem here.
|
||||
|
||||
"If I lock you up now, it would be the exact bad thing I don't ever want to do.
|
||||
\ Take your time, leave if you want. I'll be here, I'll wait for you. When you
|
||||
\ feel ready, make it clear to me, and we'll start. Small. And then..." --
|
||||
\ she points her finger at me -- "we'll see where it gets us."
|
||||
|
||||
I'm not upset or mad or angry at you, Em. I need someone to hug me and tell me
|
||||
\ that everything is going to be okay. I'm sad and tired again, I don't want
|
||||
\ to leave, I want to lie down. I take my phone out.
|
||||
|
||||
> Where do I sleep?
|
||||
|
||||
"Anywhere you want. If you want your own bed, take mine. I mean I only have one
|
||||
\ and if you don't want us sleeping together it's fine."
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,237 @@
|
|||
My heart sinks. What do I do, what do I do? I can't run from her, I'm in a fucking
|
||||
\ corner here! I turn around and stare into the wall. I can't look at her! All
|
||||
\ I can do now is panic and pray, and panic is waving at me already.
|
||||
|
||||
"What are you doing Em, are you insane? Get into bed right now, you shouldn't
|
||||
\ be walking around!"
|
||||
|
||||
"Bunny, you're a nurse, not a doctor, nor my mom. Don't tell me what I should
|
||||
\ or shouldn't be doing. Anyway, I'll take it from here. Enjoy the debriefing,
|
||||
\ agents."
|
||||
|
||||
Her sarcasm is mixed with sympathy, they are still old pals, I guess. I hear
|
||||
\ clacking, sounds like agents are leaving. She's undressing. I'm shaking.
|
||||
\ She wants me to stay, right? Why? Where is it you'll take it from here?
|
||||
\ And... are you alright? I can't turn around, I try, but I can't. Rustling
|
||||
\ from behind, she is getting into bed. Bunny was worried, should I be
|
||||
\ worried too? What is she doing here?
|
||||
|
||||
"Go close that door, Mute. Then come back here." -- she sounds tired. I feel
|
||||
\ like I need to do something very urgently, but I have no idea what it is.
|
||||
\ I walk down the corridor and I push the door to the complex. Fuck it's heavy.
|
||||
\ I still don't know how to open it from this side, once shut the door blends
|
||||
\ into the wall very well, you have to look very closely at precisely the right
|
||||
\ place to notice it at all. I slowly walk back into the bedroom, keeping
|
||||
\ my head low and looking at the floor. I enter and turn towards the wall again.
|
||||
|
||||
"This was actually painful and hard. I had to walk the fucking stairs, Mute.
|
||||
\ Bunny is right of course, I shouldn't be walking around."
|
||||
|
||||
I'm not sure how to react.
|
||||
|
||||
"Take a chair, sit down. You can watch the wall sitting down, right?"
|
||||
|
||||
I can. I take a chair and I sit on it, my back to her.
|
||||
|
||||
"First things first. Put your phone away." -- I do. -- "Put your arms behind
|
||||
\ your back." -- umm... sure? -- "Good girl. Now I'll talk and you'll listen."
|
||||
|
||||
Is she... dominating me? Sure, I'll listen. Hit me, hit me hard.
|
||||
|
||||
"I was, am, and will always be honest with you. There are many things
|
||||
\ I can't say, but I'm not lying or acting, I wasn't, and I won't. I can't
|
||||
\ prove it, I can only give you my word, I hope you believe me. I'm not taking
|
||||
\ your free will from you, you can do what you want, you can have my permission
|
||||
\ to kill yourself if you need it, I can even give you a gun that works. Just
|
||||
\ to set the stage."
|
||||
|
||||
Well, I'm not doing it right this second, but it's an option I guess.
|
||||
|
||||
"I could force you to do what I want, I could coerce you or mislead you, or take
|
||||
\ advantage of your delicate personality or your vulnerable state. I will not do
|
||||
\ any such thing. I want you to do what I want because you want it yourself...
|
||||
\ Too many wants, let's try again. If you don't want something, don't do it,
|
||||
\ there, I hope that's better."
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, I get the idea.
|
||||
|
||||
"I want to be here and I want you to be here with me. Why? I could say I want
|
||||
\ my pussy licked three times a day, but that would sound crass and inappropriate,
|
||||
\ so I won't say it. Instead I'll say I want your help. I don't require it,
|
||||
\ I don't demand it, I don't really need it, but I'm asking you to help me.
|
||||
\ I'm not just honest, I'm also forthcoming, so I will additionally say that
|
||||
\ I do it because I know you need someone to help, you need someone to care for,
|
||||
\ and you need someone near you, and I want that someone to be me. Why? Classified."
|
||||
|
||||
Three times a day, huh?
|
||||
|
||||
"I also know that you don't want to help just anyone, you won't help bad people.
|
||||
\ You'll have to decide for yourself whether I'm a bad person or not. And there's
|
||||
\ one more thing: if you die, I probably die too. Details are classified
|
||||
\ and unimportant, just keep this factoid in mind."
|
||||
|
||||
Interesting. "If you die, she said, so do I, she said..." If details are
|
||||
\ unimportant, why are they classified?
|
||||
|
||||
"And there's another one more thing. Come here, look at me."
|
||||
|
||||
Fucking hell, this is the moment of truth. I get up. I slowly walk to the bed,
|
||||
\ head down. I see the bed, I see her under the blanket. I take a deep breath
|
||||
\ and exhale slowly. I raise my eyes.
|
||||
|
||||
"I'm not 28 anymore, we're retiring this character, so I can't accept your gift,
|
||||
\ you'll have to offer it again, to me this time, the real me. But I do swear."
|
||||
|
||||
She raises her fist and points her pinky to the ceiling. What are we, five?
|
||||
\ I'm pretty sure I did not send that message. Do I accept her oath? I mean,
|
||||
\ why not? I lock my pinky with hers. Her face is calm, tired and cute,
|
||||
\ and she still smells nice. Can I really stay? I drop my head down again.
|
||||
|
||||
"You can sit back for now."
|
||||
|
||||
I return to my chair. So she doesn't need my help, she's just giving me a chance
|
||||
\ to be useful, presumably out of pity. I'm not ready yet, but maybe I'll take it.
|
||||
\ Is she a bad person? Why would I think that?
|
||||
|
||||
"Arms. Good. So, 28 is gone, I'm sorry. I know you loved her in a bit of
|
||||
\ a twisted way, maybe one day she'll come back. Do you want to know how she felt?"
|
||||
|
||||
If she felt okay then I do, otherwise... It may be a bad choice, but I nod anyway.
|
||||
|
||||
"That was one hell of an emotional rollercoaster from start to finish. She felt
|
||||
\ empathy and sympathy, she felt sadness, she felt fear. The gun thing felt like
|
||||
\ she's been tied to tracks and was watching a freight train coming. She felt
|
||||
\ the punishment was harsh, but just, she felt her guilt going away, and she felt
|
||||
\ great relief for that reason. She also felt your guilt coming in and she felt
|
||||
\ you don't deserve it. Regarding free will stuff... Mute, I'm really not into
|
||||
\ bondage and sumbission when I'm on the receiving end, so she didn't enjoy it.
|
||||
\ However she felt it was a rare chance at learning, walking in the shoes
|
||||
\ of the other. Overall she felt her time in suspension was intense and instructive,
|
||||
\ and she felt greatful towards you for it. Let me stress this, she felt
|
||||
\ is was much, much more fulfilling than just having fun with dildoes.
|
||||
\ She also felt a very strong bond forming between her and you."
|
||||
|
||||
I exhale. Did I forget to breath? I guess one thing to take away would be
|
||||
\ she isn't mad at me.
|
||||
|
||||
"Let's deal with your shit. I'm sorry, I have respect for your strict moral code,
|
||||
\ but at this point it's both ridiculous and unhealthy. It's like you cut yourself
|
||||
\ with a knife for stealing a penny, but the hilarious part is the penny was yours
|
||||
\ all along. Do you really think you've done me harm? This is a serious question,
|
||||
\ answer it."
|
||||
|
||||
Her tone is very dismissive. I can see why. I nod.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mute, you don't know me. 28 was real, but is was a tiny part of what I am,
|
||||
\ and I intend to show you my other sides. Like I said, it was intense,
|
||||
\ but not much more. Before you start your shtick about being useless,
|
||||
\ I need warmth, food, water, toilet and entertainment. I'm gonna be
|
||||
\ your Mute, and you're gonna be my Old Man, I think you can do it."
|
||||
|
||||
I mean, it doesn't sound impossible. Entertainment? Three times a day, huh?
|
||||
|
||||
"Don't worry about him, he's gonna be alright. He can't join us here, he's got
|
||||
\ things to do, but I'm sure he's gonna keep you posted. By the way, remember
|
||||
\ monster shit? What did you feel when he was ready to break down?
|
||||
\ That's exactly the same situation now, I'm sure you can see the irony."
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, I remember. I was feeling helpless to explain to him that he was
|
||||
\ completely wrong to worry about the thing. But it's totally different now!
|
||||
|
||||
"You're probably thinking oh my god, consent! Oh my god, safeword! Drop monster
|
||||
\ shit Mute, you did everything, you went completely out of your way
|
||||
\ to absolutely ensure my safety at all times, don't think I didn't notice."
|
||||
|
||||
Still!
|
||||
|
||||
"If you insist on feeling guilty I don't see how I can stop you,
|
||||
\ but I'm here to tell you what a moron you are for doing so."
|
||||
|
||||
She doesn't sound confrontational, she sounds tired.
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh, you probably think I gave you the order and agents to quote punish quote
|
||||
\ myself, don't you? Here's the kicker: I didn't. I was being punished, for real,
|
||||
\ for real real, and you don't punish someone with their consent and a safeword,
|
||||
\ do you? Imagine if it weren't you in charge. You probably can't, but let me
|
||||
\ tell you I wouldn't be this calm now. You've been given an order you weren't
|
||||
\ qualified to execute, but somehow you've managed to stumble into the exact
|
||||
\ right choices, from my point of view. I'd vote for your promotion if only you
|
||||
\ weren't such a sub."
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, I remember she was telling this to agents before.
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh yeah Mute, you are not a switch if you're wondering. Please don't dom anyone
|
||||
\ again, you're so very bad at it. The first thing about it is you have to get
|
||||
\ direct pleasure from taking control, from smacking that ass hard. At least
|
||||
\ it's my experience, not sure what science says on the topic. You clearly can't
|
||||
\ stand the thought of inflicting pain on others or of making someone submit.
|
||||
\ You can only do it under pressure, it's not nearly good enough.
|
||||
\ You'll kill yourself for real next time, don't even try."
|
||||
|
||||
Maybe I'll still kill myself this time!
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
Nah, I won't. She made her point, my guilt's been going away for a while already.
|
||||
\ There's still some room for doubt, she may have been saying all this precisely
|
||||
\ to make me feel this way, but... I believe her, I do. I think I can turn
|
||||
\ towards her now.
|
||||
|
||||
"Though I will say you are creative. This piggy thing I might steal from you
|
||||
\ outright, it's brilliant. I think that should be everything covered.
|
||||
\ Take your time, I'm not going anywhere. Oh, you may use your arms again.
|
||||
\ Jesus, Mute, I've never seen anyone like you. I didn't mean to give you orders,
|
||||
\ I'm not gonna dom you come on, look at me, I've got a fucking hole in my guts,
|
||||
\ I can't do much more than just talk to you until I recover. Then we'll see."
|
||||
|
||||
I don't hear anger in her voice, so I'm not going to interpret this as
|
||||
\ an accusation of having some character flaws. We'll see indeed. I pick up
|
||||
\ my phone, I have questions.
|
||||
|
||||
"How should I call you?"
|
||||
|
||||
"An agent formerly known as former agent Mistress is somehow too long for you?
|
||||
\ Call me however you want of course, you'll never guess my real name anyway!"
|
||||
|
||||
I hear playfulness. It's time. I stand up and turn the chair around so I can sit
|
||||
\ facing her. The wall was a real blockbuster, but I guess I have a job now.
|
||||
\ Do I play the guessing game? How do I want to call her? Mistress? She made it
|
||||
\ clear she wouldn't appreciate it, she is not my mistress.
|
||||
|
||||
"Em?"
|
||||
|
||||
"I mean I can't confirm or deny whether it's my real name or not, but yes,
|
||||
\ friends call me Em."
|
||||
|
||||
The implications are clear, I can call you Em if I think you're my friend.
|
||||
|
||||
"Are we friends?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Classified, Mute."
|
||||
|
||||
> I want to be friends.
|
||||
|
||||
I mean I do, but I delete the line. And I guess the proper way to offer friendship
|
||||
\ is already established, when the time is right. Let's ask something different.
|
||||
|
||||
"Would you object if I call you Em?"
|
||||
|
||||
"No, go ahead."
|
||||
|
||||
"Are you in danger?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Not really I don't think. If I develop anything serious it's not your
|
||||
\ responsibility to play doctor, come on, help is minutes away. Don't worry about it."
|
||||
|
||||
"Why did 28 cry?"
|
||||
|
||||
"I already told you, because she was helpless to stop you from suffering physical
|
||||
\ and mental pain that was unnecessary, unjust and unfair. Why did you cry
|
||||
\ in the bunker? I mean I don't know for sure but I expect mostly similar reasons."
|
||||
|
||||
What else do I need an answer for? Why did she walk here? I know that, because
|
||||
\ she cares about me. Why me? Classified. Well, I have one last question for now.
|
||||
|
||||
"Three times a day, huh?"
|
||||
|
||||
"Hey, I could say it, but I didn't, remember?"
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,176 @@
|
|||
"Tadaima!"
|
||||
|
||||
We don't move and stay silent.
|
||||
|
||||
"It means 'welcome home' in Japanese. Unless it doesn't, I'm not sure."
|
||||
|
||||
She has a smile on her face. She looks at me, then looks at Old Man, then
|
||||
\ her face changes. Surprise. Pity. Sorrow. Then she looks at me again. Fear.
|
||||
\ Terror. Panic. Acceptance. Regret. Determination. It all happens quickly.
|
||||
|
||||
She drops her gun, takes out a phone and starts running towards us.
|
||||
|
||||
"ER stroke stat" -- she drops the phone.
|
||||
|
||||
She reaches Old Man right before he falls. She helps him down, takes me back
|
||||
\ and hugs me. Seconds later there are two men and a stretcher. They put Old Man
|
||||
\ on it and take him away. The woman walks into the bedroom. I stay. I don't know
|
||||
\ what to do.
|
||||
|
||||
~~"Come here, Mute."~~
|
||||
|
||||
Her voice is tired. I come. She is sitting on the bed, not looking good.
|
||||
|
||||
"So, this is what was supposed to happen: I order you both into a room, present
|
||||
\ an opening, you fight me, tie me up, I refuse to talk, you make me talk. So
|
||||
\ I ease you into the facts and spend some time with you, and you get to know me
|
||||
\ and maybe start to like me, and maybe I confFUCK-- nevermind. Here's what
|
||||
\ actually happened: you think I'm the most evil person on Earth, almost killed
|
||||
\ the man you like so much..." -- she's crying now -- "Fucking hell, man! ~~Also,
|
||||
\ why am I talking like both of you at the same time?~~"
|
||||
|
||||
Am I supposed to fell compassion for her? She did almost kill the man I like
|
||||
\ so much, yes. Her tears look geniune though. Almost? I hope they can help
|
||||
\ Old Man. She inhales sharply and stops crying.
|
||||
|
||||
"The plan looked solid. All it took was one STROKE of misfortune to totally
|
||||
\ deconstruct everything. Of course I did plan for a medical emergency, but
|
||||
\ I didn't plan for a TEMPORAL one!"
|
||||
|
||||
So she's telling me she's not evil, just incompetent? Shaved her pussy with
|
||||
\ Hanlon's razor? Oooofff, painfully bad, exactly as I like my jokes.
|
||||
|
||||
"I'm not blaming him of course, I take full responsibility. Shit."
|
||||
|
||||
She opens a drawer, picks up a key and takes my shackle off, then irons. I'm
|
||||
\ sure she's planted the key herself, why else would it be there? She opens
|
||||
\ another drawer, picks up a small bottle and drips its contents into my collar.
|
||||
|
||||
"I'm in no position to ask you of anything now, all I can do is get you to
|
||||
\ the hospital. What I hope for is that you'll find it in your heart to give me
|
||||
\ a chance to fix this. I know you have a heart the size of an aircraft carrier,
|
||||
\ but I can't take advantage of it."
|
||||
|
||||
She splits the collar in half and helps me out of the harness and the gag.
|
||||
|
||||
"Let's go to latrine."
|
||||
|
||||
I take out the dildo and the plug, she pours water on me while I wash myself.
|
||||
\ Then we go to the bedroom again.
|
||||
|
||||
"You can take my clothes. They'll be a bit oversized for you, but too large
|
||||
\ is better than too small, right?" -- what, you'll go naked? -- "I need
|
||||
\ a lesson in humility."
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, whatever. She undresses, the only thing on her is a plastic rectangle
|
||||
\ on a lanyard. I take a closer look, it only says "Mistress."
|
||||
|
||||
"Agent Mistress, nice to meet you Mute."
|
||||
|
||||
I hesitate for a bit. Her body is nice. Not a timely thought, but it is nice.
|
||||
\ And she does have her pussy hairless.
|
||||
|
||||
"You don't have to if you don't want to, I'll get you some clothes soon anyway."
|
||||
|
||||
Well, Mute the Person needs uniform right? Her clothes look formal, it will do
|
||||
\ for now. By the way, they smell good. Her high heels don't feel quite right,
|
||||
\ so she puts them on again.
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh, one sec."
|
||||
|
||||
She takes a small flask out of my pocket, unscrews the lid and starts drinking.
|
||||
\ Then remembers something.
|
||||
|
||||
"mh srr. mm?" -- she presents the flask before me.
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, sure. I pick the flask and take a sip. Some strong alcohol, I don't drink
|
||||
\ much. I return the flask and she finishes it.
|
||||
|
||||
We get out of the bedroom and she picks up her phone. We start walking down
|
||||
\ the bunker. Her heels clack not entirely unlike my hooves. There is now a door
|
||||
\ that wasn't there before. Beyond it I see an elevator and stairs. We go down
|
||||
\ the stairs.
|
||||
|
||||
"Hi, hello, I need a guest pass. First name: Mute. M.U.T.E. Mute. Last name:
|
||||
\ classified. Well, it is a word. Sex: female. Leave all the other fields blank
|
||||
\ or fill with random data. Thanks. I'll pick it up personally. Thanks, bye."
|
||||
|
||||
We went down several floors now, but the stairs don't end. We continue walking
|
||||
\ down. She is a sexy bitch. Now is the worst time to think about it, but she is.
|
||||
|
||||
"This is not a secret bunker of Pony Corps or People Corps, but it IS a secret
|
||||
\ bunker. Everything inside is classified, all you'll see or hear is classified.
|
||||
\ No one will tell you anything without a clearance, and as a guest you won't have any."
|
||||
|
||||
How does she know about the Corps? How did she have the key and the liquid? How
|
||||
\ does she know my name? HOW THE FUCK does she know I often use "fucking hell"
|
||||
\ in my inner monologue? I don't know what's going on, like, at all, and
|
||||
\ I won't get any answers. That's frustrating.
|
||||
|
||||
Finally we reach the bottom, we must be like twenty floors underground. On yeah,
|
||||
\ there is something that has been sitting uncomfortably inside me the whole time.
|
||||
\ I get in front of her and wave.
|
||||
|
||||
"Don't go writing with your leg, here's my phone, just type what's on your mind."
|
||||
\ -- no hooves means no hoofwriting, fair.
|
||||
|
||||
> There is a reactor malfunction in the shelter.
|
||||
|
||||
Her face drops melancholy and becomes serious.
|
||||
|
||||
"We'll look into it. The complex is safe, don't worry." -- she starts walking again.
|
||||
|
||||
We pass the doors and walk through corridors. I don't try to remember the path,
|
||||
\ I just follow along. I don't have a coherent line of thought at the moment,
|
||||
\ I don't know where to start. The corridors aren't completely empty, we see
|
||||
\ some people, they don't really react to us, just walking past, some are looking
|
||||
\ busy others not so much. They don't stop to talk to the naked agent, don't ask
|
||||
\ what's going on, we just go somewhere, probably with some goal in mind, and they do as well.
|
||||
|
||||
I walk barefoot, but the floor tiles are not that cold, and the air temperature
|
||||
\ is just right for you to be comfortable and not notice it, it's not too warm
|
||||
\ and not too chilly. The lighting is also quite nice, slightly to the orange side,
|
||||
\ not too bright, not too dim. This complex feels... I don't know, competent.
|
||||
\ We stop and I look around. This corridor is the same as the last corridor that
|
||||
\ was the same as the corridor before it. Were all the angles 90 degrees? What's
|
||||
\ 90 degrees in Kelvin, pi by three? Hey, I'm just kidding, everyone knows it's pi by four.
|
||||
|
||||
Something beeps and the door opens behind me. I turn around and follow the agent inside.
|
||||
|
||||
"Basically everyone here wears a uniform, so I had to get creative."
|
||||
|
||||
She hands me a black leather catsuit. I would think it's meant for special
|
||||
\ operations if not for the zipper that goes all the way through the crotch
|
||||
\ and ends around the waist on your back. On the other hand it's good quality,
|
||||
\ the leather is thick like it's a biker jacket, nothing like disposable cheap
|
||||
\ shit you find in sex shops. Did she get it made just for me? Will it even fit?
|
||||
\ Does she know... well, if she knows MY THOUGHTS I guess it's trivial for her
|
||||
\ to know my measurements. Now is not the time to be shopping for clothes anyway,
|
||||
\ if this is what I get than this is what I get.
|
||||
|
||||
I undress and give her uniform back to her. I hesitate for a bit. Ah, whatever.
|
||||
\ I think there was this french movie, "Naked Under Leather" or something, so
|
||||
\ I guess the precedent exists already. Oooh, it's nice, very nice, tight
|
||||
\ and comfy. Not like pajamas comfy obviously, it just feels good against
|
||||
\ the skin. While I took a minute admiring the craftsmanship, the agent is dressed again.
|
||||
|
||||
"The boots are yours too."
|
||||
|
||||
Yeah, I saw them on the floor. I guess my tastes is not a secret to her any more
|
||||
\ than other things about me, I approve of the choice. Black leather to match,
|
||||
\ medium heels, looks like twenty holes high, a bitch to lace up for sure, but
|
||||
\ they look very appealing. Socks inside are black as well, black as my goth soul.
|
||||
\ Yeah, I had a phase, all right? Well, so far the future does not offer anything
|
||||
\ radical, I'm just glad I don't have to wear wooden blocks on my feet. I remember
|
||||
\ the hooves, somehow I miss them a little. These boots will be a reminder of
|
||||
\ my failures, I can work with that.
|
||||
|
||||
It took a minute, but now I feel more confident. I mean nothing changed, but
|
||||
\ having your clothes and boots does make you less disoriented, like now you
|
||||
\ are ready to take on the world. Come at me, world. Agent looks satisfied.
|
||||
|
||||
"Right, next we sign you in. But we can stop by canteen, maybe have a coffee?"
|
||||
|
||||
Coffee is something I won't refuse. [[I nod.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
The corridors are nondescript, I can't tell much about them, we just walk
|
||||
\ through again, and I have no sense of direction. The boots will need some
|
||||
\ time to break in, if I have to walk too much my feet are gonna hurt, unless
|
||||
\ the future does hold surprises after all. The catsuit is tight, it does
|
||||
\ restrict movement somewhat, but not in a bad way. As long as I don't need
|
||||
\ to play tennis I like the way it feels. It doesn't have any pockets, but
|
||||
\ I don't have anything to put there, at least for now. We walk in silence,
|
||||
\ agent's heels clack, my boots stomp. Do I want to add something hard to
|
||||
\ the soles so I clack as well? No, it's fine.
|
||||
|
||||
I start to picture myself completing the leather ensemble with gloves and...
|
||||
\ Well, gloves are easy, but what to do with the head and the face. It's not
|
||||
\ nearly important or appropriate enough to start asking now, but it's a thought
|
||||
\ for later. Maybe there is a way to get myself some kind of a leather hood or...
|
||||
|
||||
We arrive at the canteen. There are some tables with food and some tables
|
||||
\ to sit at. I follow the agent as she navigates to one of the tables, takes
|
||||
\ a cup and pours coffee into it, and I do the same. I mean, I've had worse,
|
||||
\ I guess. There are some cookies nearby, I take one and hold it in my other hand.
|
||||
|
||||
"You can have anything you like if you're hungry, we have time, no problem."
|
||||
|
||||
Maybe later. We take a seat at the table and drink our coffee. I'm not
|
||||
\ a spoiled person, I can appreciate minimalism, but by the same token I can
|
||||
\ also appreciate a bit of luxury. There is time for buckets of water,
|
||||
\ and there is time for cups of warm black liquid. Is this real coffee?
|
||||
\ Whatever, it doesn't matter, I'm not going to complain either way. It's also
|
||||
\ nice to be able to drink on your own. I mean I didn't mind the pony times,
|
||||
\ at all, but having the use of your hands can also be rewarding I guess. And
|
||||
\ the cookie is good: crumbly, not too sweet, even with chocolate bits in it.
|
||||
|
||||
We finish, walk to the counter and place our cups there. I hope in the future
|
||||
\ they don't have to wash dishes by hand, this job is a perfect candidate for
|
||||
\ automation, come on. Fucking corridors again, I'm continuing to tail the agent.
|
||||
\ What's on her mind? She walks confidently, with purpose, leading me towards
|
||||
\ being signed in, then what? She told she's going to get me to the hospital
|
||||
\ so that... I can spend time with Old Man I guess... and then? Do we just
|
||||
\ go back to where we were? Start over? She's going to present an opening so that
|
||||
\ we can tie her up and make her talk? That would be interesting to watch, usually
|
||||
\ you don't reveal your plans to be made to talk, so I guess this is not an option
|
||||
\ anymore. Talk about what exactly? Do we need to make her talk in some other
|
||||
\ solidly planned way now? Did she have a plan B that is now in motion or does
|
||||
\ she have to invent a new way to ease us into the facts and spend time with us
|
||||
\ and maybe confFUCK, whatever that meant? It's not like I need to have plans
|
||||
\ of my own, these are just questions that come to mind while we walk.
|
||||
|
||||
We go through another door in the wall and the room looks like a small office
|
||||
\ with two desks and one person, another woman. She takes a look at the agent
|
||||
\ and salutes, then grabs a plastic card and hands it to her. Agent examines
|
||||
\ the card briefly and sighs.
|
||||
|
||||
"Classified was a word, not a second name." -- she holds her open palm
|
||||
\ to the woman at the desk -- "No, it's alright. Do you have something to hang
|
||||
\ it on?" -- a reddish lanyard is produced -- "Thanks. I also need two blank
|
||||
\ phones, forgot to mention, sorry. Mute, take a seat and look at the camera please."
|
||||
|
||||
She points at the lens and I look into it. Yeah, the camera. Me and the cameras.
|
||||
\ A word from another world, another life, almost like a dream by now. Memories
|
||||
\ rush back and I unfocus my eyes, sitting back against the wall, still looking
|
||||
\ into the glass circle. How I had to choose the equipment, then add more, then
|
||||
\ upgrade it as the income started to look sustainable, then reroute the wiring
|
||||
\ so it didn't just snake around the room, then add microphones and the foam,
|
||||
\ just because I could, then the TV, then there was this huge pain in the ass
|
||||
\ with that software update... And how Liz helped me, and the guys were glad
|
||||
\ to give advice, and how I had to deal with the ISP, and then another ISP,
|
||||
\ and one of the guys took care of the router configuration so that the traffic
|
||||
\ would squeeze through the bandwidth limit or something...
|
||||
|
||||
"Let's go, Mute."
|
||||
|
||||
I blink. Yeah, that was another life, now I'm streaming from inside a new studio,
|
||||
\ a much larger one, to an audience of security staff. I would be very surprised
|
||||
\ if these premises are not CCTV'd to all hell, maybe they even watch the toilets
|
||||
\ I'd imagine. I have zero problems with that, you could say I'm uniquely
|
||||
\ qualified to deal with this situation. I get up and we leave, out into
|
||||
\ the fucking corridors again. I should get used to this shit, because it's either
|
||||
\ corridors or more corridors from now on until something happens again, and
|
||||
\ I'm not sure I look forward to something happening. I want Old Man to be alright,
|
||||
\ that's what's important now. We are walking again.
|
||||
|
||||
"So, miss Mute Classified, here's your guest pass, wear it at all times." -- she
|
||||
\ puts it around my neck -- "And here is your phone, use it for communication,
|
||||
\ it has a chat app. And here is a phone you'll give to Old Man once he's up again."
|
||||
\ -- she seems to be sure he will be up -- "And now I'll drop you at the hospital
|
||||
\ and leave. I can't let him see me right away, last we met I was pointing a gun
|
||||
\ at you, but I will visit later, at least I plan to. Tell him I'm not a threat --
|
||||
\ to him, but most importantly to you, okay?" -- I guess she probably isn't, yes --
|
||||
\ "You have clearance for the hospital, canteen and your guest room, I'll send you
|
||||
\ directions later. Find me in the chat if you need anything. Agent Mistress, easy
|
||||
\ for you to remember."
|
||||
|
||||
I take a look at my pass, it does say 'Mute Classified'. There is a joke in here
|
||||
\ somewhere, but I can't quite point my finger at it yet.
|
||||
|
||||
"There are things I can make happen, but you shouldn't get the wrong idea, I'm not
|
||||
\ running this complex. And you'll never guess who does!"
|
||||
|
||||
I hear a challenge. I look up, she's walking alongside now, not in front of me,
|
||||
\ and she has a playful face. All right agent, I'll play along. Who's the last
|
||||
\ person to fit? I point at myself. She seems confused for a moment, looking
|
||||
\ for an exit, finding one.
|
||||
|
||||
"Don't be silly, Mute. Look at your pass again, it says you're a guest here,
|
||||
\ right? Guests don't run things, they are guests, come on. Anyway, as I've
|
||||
\ said, you'll never guess."
|
||||
|
||||
Sure, if you say so. We walk in silence again.
|
||||
|
||||
"And it's not Old Man either, before you try him. He's a guest too."
|
||||
|
||||
Click-clack, stomp-stomp, the corridors don't end. I notice some colour spots
|
||||
\ now, I come closer and take a look. Oh good, they have a navigation system,
|
||||
\ meaning arrows pointing to some places. I see the cross, it probably means
|
||||
\ the hospital, and the arrow points along our way. That's useful,
|
||||
\ I'll definitely need that later.
|
||||
|
||||
"And you'll never guess my last name!"
|
||||
|
||||
It's like she was deep in her thoughts but she's still on the topic, it just
|
||||
\ took her several minutes to process my last reply. If there was my last reply
|
||||
\ that is. It's an analogy, all right? It also sounds like a pitch that I should
|
||||
\ be able to hit. I'm not all that in the mood for games though. I hold my pass
|
||||
\ and tap my finger against where the last name is printed.
|
||||
|
||||
"I mean maybe, maybe not, it's classified!"
|
||||
|
||||
Her face is lit like she's just made the best joke in her life. How much of what's
|
||||
\ happening was designed specifically so that she could make it now? Was it really
|
||||
\ a miscommunication or was it intentional? I don't really care, and you know what?
|
||||
\ I like this joke, it's my kind of humour as well. I crack a smile at her.
|
||||
\ Paraphrasing Murakami, well, any friend of cringe comedy is a friend of mine...
|
||||
\ it didn't come out as good as I hoped it will. She isn't my friend I don't think,
|
||||
\ but she smells nice. Fucking hell, where did this come from? I shake my head.
|
||||
|
||||
She didn't say anything else all the way to the hospital. I lost my inner voice too
|
||||
\ and only had some thought fragments and pieces while we walked, but we're finally
|
||||
\ here, at the double doors with a cross on them and she's standing in front of me,
|
||||
\ and she's probably ready to leave, and I'll be all alone soon.
|
||||
|
||||
"Yeah, okay, I'll pass you on to the doctors."
|
||||
|
||||
She walks through the doors and I follow her again. There's a reception here, and
|
||||
\ the agent addresses the woman -- again -- beyond the counter.
|
||||
|
||||
"Stroke patient? She's next of kin." -- she points at me -- "Please take care of her,
|
||||
\ she's a guest with us." -- the agent walks to me -- "Wait here, the doctor will
|
||||
\ meet you sooner or later. In the mean time, make friends with the phone, you'll
|
||||
\ have to talk to people. Don't worry Mute, it's gonna be okay. Do you want a hug?"
|
||||
|
||||
I do, but... Ah, what the hell, I nod. She hugs me, turns around and leaves,
|
||||
\ and I stay. There are chairs here, no point not using them I guess.
|
||||
\ [[I sit down.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
COME COME COME COME COME COME COME COME mute COME COME COME COME classified
|
||||
\ COME COME COME COME COME COME focus COME COME COME COME mute COME COME COME
|
||||
\ COME COME COME COME classi--
|
||||
|
||||
I feel something in my head almost physically clicking and I come like
|
||||
\ an earthquake in Chile. There's no point using caps, it won't do any justice
|
||||
\ anyway. The observer would notice me shaking violently, head bobbing around,
|
||||
\ my eyes went up so far they are halfway hidden by eyelids, which are open wide
|
||||
\ by the way, as is my mouth, which produces foam. It doesn't look good, like
|
||||
\ I'm having a life-threatening incident, like I'm about to die. My breath
|
||||
\ is shallow and intermittent. I piss on myself -- complete loss of bladder
|
||||
\ control, I would shit myself as well if not for the buttplug. We're losing her
|
||||
\ fast, would think an observer.
|
||||
|
||||
What I actually feel I can't describe adequatly. You take an orgasm and multiply
|
||||
\ it by infinity. It's beyond good, bad, painful, joyful, satisfying or amazing.
|
||||
\ It wan't good. Good is different. It continues for hours, years, ages, eras.
|
||||
\ It just doesn't stop, time does not exist anymore. Time is just text, this
|
||||
\ is reality. A reality that can't be described with words.
|
||||
|
||||
I'm conscious again. Weak. Can't move. Can't anything. There is something else
|
||||
\ though that wasn't here before: I understand almost everything that's
|
||||
\ happening. Some questions remain... A-a-and I come again. Nothing like
|
||||
\ the first time, just aftershocks. Now the picture is complete.
|
||||
|
||||
All I can do is pant heavily, like I just did a marathon run.
|
||||
|
||||
"I believe there's something you would like to tell me. Let's get you to a real keyboard."
|
||||
|
||||
> Where to start. The sirens were a drill that you've organized to kidnap me,
|
||||
> clone me, and train me. I am that clone, it required 40 years to make me.
|
||||
> Later you've imitated a reactor malfunction in the shelter to make this area
|
||||
> an exclusion zone. The bunker is an emergency entrance to the underground
|
||||
> complex and an air vent. Liz is the chief director, Mute (me) is the chief
|
||||
> analyst, you are their adopted daughter. My genes made me mute but also link
|
||||
> insight to orgasm, so sexual frustration stimulates unconsciousness into
|
||||
> solving problems. You also love me very much. Thank you. You can make me
|
||||
> your pony if you wish to.
|
||||
|
||||
She's crying. It was not my intention. I come and hug her. She starts crying
|
||||
\ harder. I wait. It's okay. She hugs me back.
|
||||
|
||||
"Did you enjoy your little ingasm? Wait till you meet the real deal, you'll be
|
||||
\ unable to walk for a week." -- sounds yummy.
|
||||
|
||||
~~"okay"~~ -- she inhales sharply -- "You know entirely too much now, we have
|
||||
\ to take you into custody. Turn around, put your arms behind your back."
|
||||
|
||||
I feel metal around my wrists, cold and heavy. She leaves the room, but shortly
|
||||
\ returns. Her face is serious and solemn.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mute the Pony, you have proven yourself worthy and your application is approved.
|
||||
\ Welcome to Pony Corps, I will be your commanding officer, callsign Mistress.
|
||||
\ You will address me properly at all times, you will answer immediately
|
||||
\ and truthfully. Upon receiving an order you will comply fully and without
|
||||
\ hesitation. Futhermore, you may not come without permission. Any questions?
|
||||
\ Good. Oh, and you may not initiate communication," -- her face lights up --
|
||||
\ "except with me or Old Man or moms. Let's go, they are desperate to finally
|
||||
\ meet you in person."
|
||||
|
||||
THE END
|
||||
|
||||
(or is it?)
|
||||
|
|
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|
|||
what
|
||||
|
||||
where
|
||||
|
||||
make it stop
|
||||
|
||||
"REACTOR MALFUNCTION EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY"
|
||||
|
||||
what
|
||||
|
||||
can't stand up
|
||||
|
||||
can move on my knees
|
||||
|
||||
fuck that hurts
|
||||
|
||||
"REACTOR MALFUNCTION EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY"
|
||||
|
||||
there's daylight
|
||||
|
||||
so far away
|
||||
|
||||
@@height:10em;
|
||||
@@
|
||||
|
||||
[[fuck|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,42 @@
|
|||
~~"REACTOR MALFUNCTION EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY"~~
|
||||
|
||||
@@height:10em;
|
||||
@@
|
||||
|
||||
what
|
||||
|
||||
okay, stand? shaky but yes
|
||||
|
||||
now move pony move don't run but move
|
||||
|
||||
"REACTOR MALFUNCTION EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY"
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
SHUT UP MOTHERFUCKER I'M DOING MY ABSOLUTE BEST
|
||||
|
||||
almost there
|
||||
|
||||
knees again? sure
|
||||
|
||||
"REACTOR MALFUNCTION EVACUATE IMMEDIATELY"
|
||||
|
||||
just ten more yards
|
||||
|
||||
OUT!
|
||||
|
||||
I'm expecting an olympics gold for this effort.
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
I'm sorry what?
|
||||
|
||||
Reactor what?
|
||||
|
||||
What in the WHAT?
|
||||
|
||||
[[I can't stop here.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
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|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,33 @@
|
|||
The daylight sure is bright. I have no idea where I am, behind me is a rock face
|
||||
\ with a door in it, I'm not going back there. Aside from that all I can see
|
||||
\ is tall grass, no immediate features pop up.
|
||||
|
||||
First order of business is to get far away from a REACTOR MALFUNCTION, let's
|
||||
\ start walking forward.
|
||||
|
||||
Can I walk? Not perfectly, but it will have to do. While I move, some questions
|
||||
\ come knocking. Okay, questions, queue up.
|
||||
|
||||
Where am I? Assuming it's the same shelter, somewhere a short drive away from
|
||||
\ the town. Otherwise no idea.
|
||||
|
||||
When am I? ... ... Next!
|
||||
|
||||
Who am I? ... Yeah, I'm me.
|
||||
|
||||
What is happening? What, aside from a REACTOR MALFUNCTION? All I can remember
|
||||
\ is the fucking doctors putting me under. Why? For some surgery? Why?
|
||||
|
||||
Am I hurt?
|
||||
|
||||
...
|
||||
|
||||
I don't think so.
|
||||
|
||||
By the way, all the extra items are not nearly as painful as they should be.
|
||||
\ Like they are definitely THERE, but not much more. I would have expected...
|
||||
\ Yeah, all right, I stand corrected I guess. Not that I'm complaining, mind you.
|
||||
|
||||
Soooo... [[what do I do now?|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,25 @@
|
|||
In terms of immediate survival I need water the most. Is that a forest on
|
||||
\ the horizon? If there is a forest here, do I know where the town is? No,
|
||||
\ not really. Still, on the one hand trees need water to grow.
|
||||
|
||||
On the other hand, moving through a forest could be very difficult. What I need
|
||||
\ is a road, a road would be cool. At this point, any signs of civilization would
|
||||
\ be very welcome. A river is good as well, give me something to work with here.
|
||||
|
||||
So far it's either the forest or the grass. Maybe I should stay in the grass
|
||||
\ and go along the forest edge, looking for -- at this point -- something, anything.
|
||||
|
||||
At least it's nice outside. I don't even feel that cold, maybe a bit chilly is all.
|
||||
|
||||
Do I worry myself with all the different ways I can die horribly? Like,
|
||||
\ no means to survive or defend myself, no directions, no idea at all. Sure,
|
||||
\ let's have ourselves a panic attack, it hever fails to help in any situation.
|
||||
|
||||
Here's an idea, I can instead dive deep into my fantasies, like for example
|
||||
\ there's a truck passing by with this redneck who of course just throws me
|
||||
\ inside and takes to his ranch and he also has a really hot wife and they just
|
||||
\ adopt me as their pony and I am very happy...
|
||||
|
||||
[[Eh?|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,23 @@
|
|||
"Stay silent, I'm a friend."
|
||||
|
||||
I'm on the ground, someone is holding me down. Panic? Friend? What?
|
||||
|
||||
"Keep low and walk right."
|
||||
|
||||
I start walking, bent forward so that the grass covers me. I mean, okay,
|
||||
\ if he's a friend he sounds like he has a plan and furthermore there's some
|
||||
\ kind of urgency going on. If he's not a friend, I can't really get away from
|
||||
\ him anyway. Or can I? All I can do is stand up again, but to what effect
|
||||
\ exactly? There's nobody around. I keep walking.
|
||||
|
||||
He stays behind, silent. In fact, he's so silent I can barely hear his movement.
|
||||
\ What is this, Red Dawn? Wolverines? Fucking Russia, I knew it!
|
||||
|
||||
I try to move with less sound as well, but it's not that easy, at least for me.
|
||||
\ Fuck that, if he's a friend with a plan, said plan should include me not being
|
||||
\ a ninja, all right? I drop the act and walk normally again. No reaction
|
||||
\ from behind either way.
|
||||
|
||||
Soon there are trees, I guess after all [[the forest it is.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,35 @@
|
|||
"You can stop bending now." -- still a whisper.
|
||||
|
||||
This part of a forest is not that bad, the ground is solid enough, no fallen
|
||||
\ trees of huge size, no impenetrable undergrowth, yet.
|
||||
|
||||
"Take a one here."
|
||||
|
||||
What? I stop.
|
||||
|
||||
"Turn right slightly and keep moving."
|
||||
|
||||
Sure, I have no better idea anyway. I hope soon at the very least I get some answers.
|
||||
|
||||
"Wait here."
|
||||
|
||||
Behind me I hear something moving, not very loudly.
|
||||
|
||||
"Now, the hard part would be getting you in."
|
||||
|
||||
He didn't tell me to turn around, so I don't.
|
||||
|
||||
"I said I'm a friend, come here."
|
||||
|
||||
Riiiight. I see the problem. In front of me is an open hatch and a ladder going underground.
|
||||
|
||||
We stay silent. The man is... I would say in his sixties, of average height,
|
||||
\ not overweight, wearing camo that could use some care, biting his lip with
|
||||
\ a concerned look.
|
||||
|
||||
"We'll talk inside, just give me a minute to figure out... Well, we'll need
|
||||
\ a rope anyway. Wait here."
|
||||
|
||||
[[He dives down into the hatch.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,37 @@
|
|||
He's back shortly, indeed carrying a thick rope.
|
||||
|
||||
"Just in case I'm missing something here, these don't come off easy, do they?"
|
||||
\ -- I shake my head -- "yeah, thought so."
|
||||
|
||||
Another minute of silence, then a determined look: "let's do this."
|
||||
|
||||
"Here's my idea: use your legs to go down, I'm going to hold you with the rope
|
||||
\ in case you slip, but please try not to. Now, I need to tie this around your chest."
|
||||
|
||||
I don't like this plan. There's a tree right beside us, I point to it with my head.
|
||||
|
||||
"Okay, a tree?"
|
||||
|
||||
I draw a coiling rope best I can with my hoof.
|
||||
|
||||
"But the ladder is the other way around."
|
||||
|
||||
I turn my back at him and try to jingle a huge D-ring in my collar. Somewhat successfully.
|
||||
|
||||
"Tie a rope to your collar? And then?"
|
||||
|
||||
I point to the hole in the ground and try to act out myself hanging from a rope.
|
||||
|
||||
"Lower you down with a rope tied to your collar?"
|
||||
|
||||
I nod enthusiastically.
|
||||
|
||||
"Girl, you're crazy."
|
||||
|
||||
I roll my eyes at him and pound my hoof. You know, me and this harness -- we are friends. We've seen things.
|
||||
|
||||
"I hope you know what you're talking about." -- oh look, we have a comedian over here.
|
||||
|
||||
And so [[the descent begins.|next]]
|
||||
|
||||
(end of page)
|
||||
|
|
@ -0,0 +1,54 @@
|
|||
And quickly ends, because the shaft is not that deep, like maybe five yards,
|
||||
\ but it sure as hell was good while it lasted.
|
||||
|
||||
Even if there is certain death down here I'll die a happy pony. The feeling
|
||||
\ was amazing, in part because every strap tightens up, also because
|
||||
\ the collar starts to actually press on the throat, and then there is a pair
|
||||
\ of foreign objects that are pushed slightly deeper, just enough to feel
|
||||
\ especially good. And also also as I am even more helpless, it adds to
|
||||
\ the excitement as well. And also also also I'm not getting out of this huge
|
||||
\ chastity belt I don't think, so... no easy orgasms in the near future. It's
|
||||
\ not as bad as it may sound, denial can be fun in its own way.
|
||||
|
||||
The old man quickly goes down and closes the hatch. Yeah, looks like some kind
|
||||
\ of bunker, maybe civil defence? Don't know, don't care. Lights are dim
|
||||
\ and reddish, but sufficient once the eyes adjust.
|
||||
|
||||
"Okay, we can talk here."
|
||||
|
||||
I look at him with a poker face, let's see how sharp he is.
|
||||
|
||||
"But maybe keep your voice down just in case."
|
||||
|
||||
I suck on my gag.
|
||||
|
||||
"Oh, the gag? I'll try my best to understand."
|
||||
|
||||
I shuffle my legs.
|
||||
|
||||
"Are you afraid to talk?"
|
||||
|
||||
I shake my head.
|
||||
|
||||
"You don't speak English?"
|
||||
|
||||
I move my lips.
|
||||
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"You can't talk?"
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Almost there.
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"Are you mute?"
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Finally.
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"Oh, man!" -- the disappointment is very thick -- "Yeah, it explains some things I was wondering about."
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The minute of silence that followed I'm shamelessly appropriating in loving
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\ memory of my missing voice. Get it? Memory? Anyway.
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"We'll figure something out. For now I bet you'd like some water."
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[[Yeah, I would.|mute_copy_bunker_arrival_01]]
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I'm laying on a medical bed in some kind of a hospital room. Liz is sitting on a folding chair near me, reading her phone.
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"You all right?"
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I think so, yes.
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"I'll never forget what you did for me."
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She puts the phone down and hugs me tight. What did I do for her? I couldn't do ANYTHING for her, I was not strong enough or smart enough to get her free. I was completely useless. Even if she's free now, obviously it can't be a result of my actions.
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"You've literally killed yourself. I mean you were clinically dead. They had to cancel the whole thing of course and rush you to emergency."
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Did I now? Who's they? What thing? Seems like Liz is in the know, I'll ask her later.
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"I've watched the tape and I want you to know several things. First, you are haaardcore. I don't think I would be able to go through a tenth of what you went through. Not just in this test, overall."
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Test? I'm starting to paint a picture. Hardcore? No, I don't think so. She's just being kind.
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"Second, no matter what future brings, you ARE my superhero. You've acted with no regards to your own comfort or even safety, you are the most selfless person in the world."
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What are you talking about Liz, it's just what you do. Everyone would do the same.
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"And you didn't know that of course, but I wasn't like in danger or anything, for me it was actually quite pleasant. Thanks to you! But one thing was real."
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Her face turns a bit red. Am I seeing Liz being shy? Ooooh, I'm gonna savour this moment.
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~~"you did drink my pee"~~
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Oh Liz, how sweet. Of all the things this one doesn't bother me all that much. I tease her by smacking my lips and running my tongue around them. She turns away.
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"I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm feeling I don't deserve your kindness, I don't think I could do the same if the roles were reversed."
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...
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"And even if technically you didn't save my life, what counts is you thought you were. I'll never forget that."
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That's a charitable description of events. One could say that I was just so stupid that I've killed myself for no reason at all.
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...
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I would do that again of course.
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The door opens and two people come in. Some woman and...
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[[Dad?!|next]]
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"Now, normally there are three ways out: being super lucky, super smart or super strong. Our daughter just invented a fourth: being super stupid. That's quite an accomplishment, don't you agree honey?"
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OUR daughter? MOM?! Aren't you long dead? WHAT
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"She was super kind!"
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"Shut up Lizzie, you're ruining my flow. I'm supposed to be a bad cop."
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"But that's just an act and actually you love her?"
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"Of course I love her, she's my baby! You wouldn't understand, being lesbian and all."
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|
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"I bet I love her more than you!"
|
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|
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"You'd lose. What did you ever do for her?"
|
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|
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"Ummm, being there for one?"
|
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|
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"Hey, you're good, but seriously, don't push your luck."
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I start hammering on the bed. I deserve answers.
|
||||
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"Yeah, I know you have questions. To keep this short, in your whole life the only things we had no control over are 1) your genes, 2) Liz here, and 3) you being a submissive bondage slut. Hey, no judgement, we do enjoy your streams. What, you think you can just up and have an audience? Do you know how many camwhores are there? Well, we have very important things to do now, we'll talk later. Good to see you're doing well."
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|
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Dad stayed for a minute more.
|
||||
|
||||
"Mute, don't think for a second we have anything but complete love for you. We understand you may be upset with us, but you have to hear us out before you pound the govel."
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|
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I turn to Liz.
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||||
|
||||
"I only know what they've told me, that's far from everything but anyway, here goes."
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|
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I sit and listen.
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(end of page)
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Config.cleanupWikifierOutput = true;
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WTSSTS
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Copyright (c) 2013-2021, Thomas Michael Edwards <thomasmedwards@gmail.com>.
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||||
All rights reserved.
|
||||
|
||||
Redistribution and use in source and binary forms, with or without
|
||||
modification, are permitted provided that the following conditions are met:
|
||||
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||||
1. Redistributions of source code must retain the above copyright notice, this
|
||||
list of conditions and the following disclaimer.
|
||||
2. Redistributions in binary form must reproduce the above copyright notice,
|
||||
this list of conditions and the following disclaimer in the documentation
|
||||
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|
||||
|
||||
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||||
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|
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|
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|
||||
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|
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