| Kylee Mission 8:
Bottom of the Ninth |
| Author's Timeline Note (10/07/05): Though it has been a while since 7 was put up here, this mission starts shortly after it. The vast majority of the action takes place between January and February of 2004. |
| Torture gets easier after the first week. Sixteen weeks was a goddamned breeze. At least, that�s how Kylee saw it. She had to rationalize to survive. Otherwise, she would�ve ended up like so many of the other girls. Well, maybe not Alicia. The first week was still fresh in her mind.
To her it was the first week, but she had no idea how long she�d been unconscious following the blast. Some part of her mind rallied to shout �Coma!� while memories of grogginess led to suspicions of drugs. Both seemed a reasonable compromise. Then there had been the darkness after Alicia�s first betrayal. Keeping focused on other matters helped her through the second round. �I�ll not tolerate filthy and ragged clothes on my pets,� the strange Mistress called out. �Understood,� answered Alicia. She crept up to Kylee and inspected the thread holding her to a mousetrap. A wicked gleam shone in her eyes; if Kylee struggled too hard her neck strength received an instant test. Alicia tore off her mentor�s top and ripped the pants away in shreds. Next came the bra and panties, done with a miniaturized pair of scissors. �Is that all?� the voice boomed out. �Of course not, Mistress,� Alicia purred in reply. She leaned in closer to plant a sloppy kiss on Kylee�s lips. The senior agent resisted until the rookie cast aside the scissors and used her hands to hold Kylee�s head and force her mouth open. The kiss lingered with a blend of mechanical passion and malice. Her lips worked down Kylee�s tiny body and hesitated on her breasts. At that spot, she drove a fist into the vagina of the pseudo lover. Kylee gasped, but was uncertain if it came from surprise or enjoyment. The fist was pistoned in and out, a counterfeit phallus. Alicia stopped and went back to her lip work. She made her way to Kylee�s crotch once more, but was more brutal this time. Her teeth scored Kylee�s labia until it bled. Her hands spread the bleeding lips beyond any elastic properties they once naturally possessed. Now Kylee screamed for a different kind of release. It was only answered with a more forceful penetration of hands and instruments Kylee could neither see nor care to identify. �Good,� the woman stated from above. �The others will have their turn in the following days.� She strolled away with one parting shot. �We do so love natural blondes around here.� She�d been granted privileges a few days later. No one had to feed her, a scenario that had more to do with humiliating her than anything else, and she�d been released from the mousetrap. One hundred eight days of carefully inspecting the fish tank she shared with six others yielded nothing. The others were too weak and defeated for a human pyramid, not to say that the mesh screen lid wouldn�t have stopped them. In the end there was one thing she cared about. �Special Agent Duverge, the man with me, what happened to him?� Kylee yelled up to her jailor as the giant woman passed. She asked every day and got nothing. �He chased an escapee,� she finally gave up. �A girl I restored, knowing she�d run and be a diversion. Regrettably, neither knew of the explosives in the car.� She leaned in close, her face distorted by the plastic wall. �My video feed cut off in the blast, but he was leaning in the passenger front window.� She grinned, flicked the tank, and walked away chuckling. �Poor pathetic Lauren,� she whispered into another tank. She plucked up the squirmy little thing. �You were very bad, wanting to turn yourself in. However, you had some great ideas.� She licked Lauren carefully, savoring the salty flavor of her sweat. The vore enthusiast was four inches in height and she was stretched out onto a Popsicle stick cross. The toy shrieked as pushpins impaled her hands and feet in a perverse crucifixion. Lauren�s screams continued as she was carried over to another tank, this one filled with water. �Watch your blood hit the water,� Lauren�s owner whispered. �It took some work, but I got a Great White. Life sucks doesn�t it? �Live by the sword, die by the sword� is the saying.� The pins were removed and Lauren flopped into the water. �Who would have thought that the little doll would have had so much blood in her?� |
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