Story 2 - Submissive Feminist

Chapter 17:

A sound disturbed the tea party. It was not particularly loud, but its frequency was disturbingly low and rumbled the foundations of the apartment. The Doll Monsters all stopped laughing and looked around for a second.

"Sounds like the Etheryords have been released..." Carol said. "Let's hook this bitch up."

The monsters all jumped to action, tossing the contents of their cups and then the ceramics themselves about the apartment. They began to rip the clothes from their bodies disrespecting the utility of traditional fasteners like buttons or zippers. Even their hair turned out to be wigs so easily doffed leaving hairless, featureless plasticine-looking humanoids.

I lost track of which was whom as they began to scurry around my apartment. The sound of ripping clothes continued though they were all now naked and I wondered what it's source was until I saw a seam split randomly across the carpeting in the living room area out my cage door.

One of the creatures stood in front of my cage reaching up high outside of my view. Nippleless breasts flexed with muscle as the monster pulled something from the ceiling - a chain. The TV cracked, exploded, and crumbled behind her. I closed my eyes to hide from the horror.

The tearing sound developed more bass and I heard the sound of bricks falling onto concrete foundation. My apartment was collapsing around me. I could smell dust and ionized metal.

I kept my eyes tightly shut until I felt my cage lurch and began to swing. The chain that the monster had in her hands must have been attached by a pulley to my cage. I swung off the table and was lowered without sentiment to the floor.

A hail of popping explosions rippled around me. Holes were appearing in the walls of my apartment, but through them I did not see a gentle, crisp Spring evening. Instead, darkness seemed to shine in through the holes sucking the life from the world.

A large crack snapped its was across the floor right by my head. With a flash and a brutal rumble I watched the world fall away from me as I desperately screamed hoarsely into my gag.

As the last of my apartment roof collapsed to the side I found my cage perched on the lip of an endless chasm in a barren, dark-rocked mountainous horrorscape. The skies were black though streaked with electricity. Shadows of angry clouds swirled in the heavens and roared as they set down to torment me.

A dark shape swept through the rain some distance away. It was a creature of some sort, leathery-winged. It looked like a vulture of some sort with an ugly featherless head. But, these vultures were big! Taller perhaps than even the Doll Monsters. As I watched more and more began to circle through the wind and rain screeching unnatural, horrific sounds from their crooked beaks.

"Etheryords!" I heard one of the Doll Monsters exclaim.

A loud clang sounded on the top of my cage, shaking the entire structure, causing my face to bounce painfully off the floor. An explosion deafened me briefly from behind followed by a scraping metal ringing sound. I saw a line of chain shoot out from near me across the chasm, arching through the sky, disappearing into the gloom.

I heard a doll monster scream over the dirge of sound, "subGrrl's going over the edge!"

Meanwhile, my eyes were riveted to the line of shot chain which Gravity had grasped and now jealously pulled down. As I watched the chain fall, I tried my best to split in half and slide out the back window, alas, to no avail. In an instant the chain reached its limit and my cage was yanked out into the chasm.

I would have screamed had my stomach and lungs not been left behind as I descended head down into oblivion. By the time I could unclench the muscles of my stomach I began to feel myself pressed to the floor. The chain had caught and I, the pendulum weight, began to swing back upright. The force was so great that my face was smashed to the cage bottom. I thought my poor tortured back would snap. The belt that held me tight against the rear window tore at the flesh of my hips.

As the cage leveled, it began to scoop a tunnel through the pouring rain. I was instantly drenched by freezing water and sputtering for air. And each moment the onslaught became worse as the view out the front end of the cage changed from darkness below to tumultuous skies above.

I felt a moment of weightlessness at the top of the swing and then began the journey back the other way. Now, however, my prominently displayed posterior led the procession through rain and pummeling hail and water poured back out the front end of the cage.

The amplitude of my pendulation quickly dampened, thankfully. I gasped for air and tried to rearrange my frozen, cramped muscles. I realized that I was being lowered further into the darkness as I passed into the lips of a narrow gorge. The walls were dark and eroding thick black mud. Boulders tumbled past my cage.

Suddenly, I saw light off to my left, but I was stymied by the scene it revealed. Carved into the cliff wall was an exact replica of the interior of the bus that I take to work each day. The inside was filled with concerned passengers craning, frantically to look out the windows and see what was going on. I saw the seat that I normally sit in, "Looney's Seat". It was empty.

As the cage descended further, I saw, to my right a replica of the conference room at work where we have team meetings. All my coworkers were present. I saw my seat at the table, a coiled chain locked to a collar sitting neatly in the chair.

The walls of the cliffs became even tighter as I continued to descend. A sourceless beam of light illuminated a small, rickety dining room table with a tiny cage, my cage, set upon it. Shadow prevented me from seeing inside the cage, but I knew someone was there. I could hear grunting and moaning and a ringing sound of tiny bells or chain from within. Indeed, the table was creaking and rocking as the inhabitant screamed and writhed with lust. There was no satisfaction in these cries though. They were cries of frustration - lust unaddressed, exposed and festering.

A hand slipped out of the darkness between bars of the cage's door. I could see that it was my hand. I could see that a heavy manacle was locked tightly below the swell of my hand. The hand grasped desperately at the hasp where the padlock should have been. Instead there was only a solid steel seamless ring sealing the cage closed. Entrapping the inhabitant forever. I heard a sad howling, gagged wail escape the cage and shortly realized that I was making an identical sound.

My descent continued.