Chapter 12:
I arrived at the Railyard Pub just as the sun was setting. Luckily, the pub is quite close to my apartment and the Spring evening was cool and clear and perfect for walking.
I saw BossWoman and as I sat down she ordered me a Vodka and Cranberry Juice. I was excited and nervous and curious. She was radiant as ever. She always seems so happy and pretty. She is mesmerizing to watch. I'm fairly certain that anyone who meets her, falls in love immediately. And here I was sitting with her having a drink.
"I wanted to tell you, subGrrl... I put in my resignation today. I'm leaving the paper," she said as I coughed on my drink (too strong).
"Oh! I'm going to miss you!" I said, suddenly sad and worried. "But congratulations, I guess. Cheers!" I took another big gulp of my drink.
"Actually, I have a proposal for you, subGrrl," BossWoman explained. "I've been working on starting a new company on the side and, well, I've just received some funding and I can afford to hire people. I was hoping to talk you into working for me."
Yes! Yes! I didn't even care what my role would be. I would follow BossWoman anywhere.
It turns out, her new company would sell celebrity obituaries to major news outlets. The company would maintain updated obituaries for a vast array of public personalities and, in the tragic event that someone famous dies, the company would have a pre-made media package waiting for any understaffed news outlet that was willing to pay.
Another round of drinks were brought to the table shortly after I expressed how interested I was. Toasts were made.
I should note that I very rarely drink and I don't really weigh all that much. I get drunk fairly quickly.
As she was explaining some of the details of the company, she suddenly looked up, having seen someone across the bar.
"Oh, good!" BossWoman stood up and waved her hand. "Nemy! Over here!"
Nemy? I turned in my seat to look.
Shit! It was NemesisGirl. I sneered as she gave me a quick hug. But, I was seized in horror when she hugged BossWoman. She kissed her! It wasn't a Euro-style cheek-peck greeting kiss. It was a full-mouthed, tongue tangling snog. I was suddenly gripped by hatred and jealousy. I grabbed my drink and began sipping rapidly as I turned away so I wouldn't have to watch. NemesisGirl! The fucking bitch! The bane of my existence! I had no idea that they were... together.
"We don't really do that around the office..." BossWoman admitted when they finally extracted their body parts from one another.
NemesisGirl simply said, "Hi, subGrrl!" The bitch!
"We are moving in together, so it seemed like a good time for one of us to leave the paper," BossWoman explained.
I kept sipping my drink as fast as I could.
"Pee," I said finally. And I rose unsteadily to my feet and began to stagger off to the restroom.
I sat on the toilet feeling so stupid for being so taken by BossWoman. I suddenly didn't want to work for her company anymore. I wanted to move somewhere far, far away where no one knew me at all. I wanted to disappear.
"subGrrl!"
I heard my name whispered through the bathroom. I didn't think anyone else was in the bathroom. It didn't sound like Lisianski.
"Hello?" I said. There was no answer. I got up and flushed the toilet and prepared to return to my nightmare of a life.
"subGrrl!" My heart began to beat. My mouth went dry.
"No..." I murmured to myself. I had heard that whispered voice before.
I cautiously cracked the bathroom door open and peeked out into the bar. I saw a stream of tall, thin women filing through the entrance. Oh, shit! Doll Monsters!
Chapter 13:
The Doll Monsters swarmed through the tables until they stood around BossWoman and NemesisGirl, who were apparently oblivious. Then one looked up toward the bathroom where I stood.
I slammed the door and looked around for some place to hide. There was a single frosted window in the bathroom. I had to climb up on a radiator to reach the latch. I pulled the window down on its hinges. It would be tight, but I thought that I'd be able to squeeze through.
I climbed up and looked out the window into the night across a maze of stacked rail cars. I could see wooden palettes stacked below the window. I pitched my purse out the window to the ground below. Hoping I wouldn't kill myself on the other side, I began to push myself through the opening head first. After my head and shoulders were out the window, I twisted my body to find a handhold above the window.
Suddenly, I realized that my skirt was stuck on the window. I started to ease myself back in a little. The window apparently was not designed to take my weight. There was a popping sound and the window dropped a few inches. I lost my handhold and tumbled out the window bouncing down a series of palettes and onto the cold, hard pavement below - bruising a shoulder and scraping my ass.
I slowly stood up and looked back where I had come from. My skirt was still hanging in the window. I climbed up the palettes and began to retrieve my skirt, but as I reached for it, a hand sprang into view. The skin on the hand was flawless. There were no fingernails. It was a Doll Monster.
I jumped back down to the ground, grabbed my purse and began to run. Why did I wear a thong tonight? Fuck! Why did I wear heels? I paused for a moment and kicked them off so I could really run fast.
I heard a shriek high above me... Etheryords! I turned towards the stacks of rail cars hoping that they'd have a harder time seeing me there.
I turned a corner and tripped over a metal rail that I had not seen in the darkness. I was cursing my stubbed toes as I tumbled to the pavement - my purse spilling out in front of me.
"subGrrl!" I have no idea where the voice was coming from, but I wasn't going to stand around and find out.
I got up and grabbed my house keys where they had tumbled to the ground and then began to feel around for my wallet when I noticed a silhouette appear between the stacks of rail containers. I froze and looked to see if it was a Doll Monster trying my best to hold my breath and keep quiet.
"subGrrl!" This voice was different. A woman's. Musical. The figure began to move towards me. She was carrying something. A stick maybe? No! As she raised it into the air, light reflected off of its surface. It was a blade! A machete!
I'd seen enough so I turned to run the opposite direction.
It is strange how fast an array of thoughts passed through my frenzied brain as I sprinted as fast as I could between two tall stacks of rail cars. What is this new monster? Maybe it's just a dream? Maybe it's Machete Man? Does anyone know the gender of Machete Man? Whatever. I thought that it would be best to simply run like hell.
"subGrrl! Let me into your heart!"
Holy shit! Just like Lisianski's lullaby! Fuck! The bitch was right behind me. She had much longer legs. There would be no way for me to out-sprint her. I turned sharply to the right between another set of stacked containers and apparently I made my move none too soon. I heard the whistle of the blade pass closely by my head followed by a ringing explosion of metal and sparks.
My turn bought me a few steps, but I knew she would catch me soon - before the end of this row. Someone will find my hacked up remains. Ms. Morality will shake her head and say, "She should have bought the carbon fiber burka."
I saw a dark void low and to my left - a small gap along the ground between the containers. I have many fears in life. Claustrophobia is NOT one of them. I dove towards the gap and crawled as fast as I could deeper into the darkness. Even if the bitch followed me she wouldn't be able to swing her blade in this tight passage. I just hoped that the passage had an exit somewhere.
Indeed, I heard a clanging sound behind me. Machete Woman was poking the blade in after me, but I was already shimmying my way deeper into the hole, far from the bite of her blade.
I scraped my way along the passage until I bumped my head. There was still a passage forward. It simply was only half the height of the section that I was currently in. After a second of thought I flattened down onto my stomach and continued to wiggle on. There was no way to go back, after all. I had to use my feet and elbows to advance along inch by inch. I could feel the steel sides grazing against my shoulders as I squeezed on through the darkness.
Every once in a while I would stop and listen, although nothing could be heard over my own raspy breathing. There was nothing to do, but continue to go forward into oblivion.
I came to another seam in the tunnel where I felt the space above my head open up again. As I crawled forward I hit my head on a solid steel wall. I felt around with my hands for a moment. There was no way forward. I twisted over onto my back and reached up over my head. There was no top. Maybe I could go up to get out. Using the sides for leverage, I pulled myself into a sitting position. Next I pulled my knees close to my body. Hopefully, there would be enough room for me to stand. The moment that I started to try, I heard a scraping sound of metal down near my feet followed by a loud clanging.
There is no way that Machete Woman could have followed me through that tight tunnel. I knelt down to listen. Suddenly I realized that the passage I had just slithered through had been shut off from where I now crouched with my knees pressed to my chin. The metal I heard sliding was some sort of door which was now closed. I felt along the new stretch of steel desperately looking for a handhold of some sort in order to try to move the door out of the way. As I did, I heard another movement of heavy metal directly above me. I started to reach up, but already, inches above my head, the second plate was sealing me into an even tighter box.
Chapter 14:
"Hello!" I screamed, shocked. "Please!" Someone had to be doing this to me.
I felt all around me desperately looking for a seam of some sort. This space was even tighter than my own cage. I could feel my body pressing heavily against all six sides. Were there any air holes? I started to hyperventilate. "Hello?" I cried.
I heard a series of clanging sounds - a hammering of some sort - a mallet on metal. Then I felt a shift in the darkness. I felt a certain sense of vertigo that made me almost throw up.
With a sudden, ear shattering bang I felt my weight shift to my back. My steel box had been turned. I was now lying with my doubled knees above me.
I heard a rattling sound and a loud click, then my prison began to rumble and shake. The sound of metal dragging across a rough surface was deafening. I drew my arms up around my head as best I could.
I was relieved when the box stopped for a second and prayed that my journey was over. Unfortunately, I felt my world begin to tip again and a second later I was slammed onto my right side. The metal scraping sound resumed and the bumps began to increase in severity. There was a loud bang that forced my body forward against my folded legs. Then my vertigo kicked in again. I was weightless, spinning, falling.
I must say that I thought of death at that moment. I thought of how painful it was going to be broken and bleeding inside this suffocating, steel prison. My box hit something which seemed to slow my speed drastically. A few more clunks and the box settled to a stop. I was on my back again. I felt a stream of cold liquid dribble past my right foot and begin to pool underneath the small of my back.
Oh, shit! I've been thrown into a pool of water or something. Would drowning be less painful? I could only hope so.
Soon, though, I felt my box begin to move and I was jostled around for a while. The water no longer dripped past my foot. The banging of my box on the ground continued for a number of long minutes. When it finally stopped, the rattling continued to echo in my head.
Suddenly, the plate that pushed down on my legs lifted away. And the dim light of a dark room poured into my box. I was in such pain that I could not move immediately, but it did not matter because two featureless faces appeared over me and began to pull me out.
Doll Monsters! I had had enough of these bitches. So, as soon as I could I started thrashing about, trying my best to hit or kick one of them. They simply held me by my shirt and shook me until the fabric ripped and I fell to the hard stone floor.
I jumped up cursing, but they grabbed me by my underwear and bra, and soon those were torn away as well.
"Relax, subGrrl! You have no choice here," one of the faceless said. Another squeezed some sort of container which sprayed a gooey gel into my eyes. As I reached up to wipe the shit away, I was poked in the ribs with a prod and a painful electric current began to course through my body.
"This will help you see," a Doll Monster said over my screaming.
I fell to the stone floor writhing in pain. Every orifice through which fluids may flow in or out of my body was on fire. And when the crackling finally stopped I was too stunned to move a muscle. Three of the Doll Monsters stood over me for a moment, perhaps trying to determine if I was still alive. When I started to finally get my muscles to react to my commands to move, the Doll Monsters turned away and left me where I lay on the lumpy stone floor.
By the time I had gathered the strength to sit up and look around the room, the Doll Monsters were gone. I was in a room that looked like your classically cliche dungeon with dark stone walls illuminated by burning torches. I knew that it had to be a dream world, but I had not found that fact to make any difference when it came to my physical comfort. My only question was how to get the hell out.
There was an open door directly in front of me. I started to stand, but as I did I felt a strange weight pull down on me. When I looked for the source, I screamed and fell to my knees in rage and horror.
Chapter 15:
I slowly dropped my hand down to my naked crotch afraid of this evil, cold invasion.
A heavy, thick-linked chain passed through the lips of my sex, apparently embedded somehow to my flesh inside me. My eyes followed the train of links trailing out the door before me and on down into the darkness of the passageway. The chain was identical to the one that held Laysan captive.
I screamed again and grabbed the chain in an irrational attempt to somehow dislodge it, but there was no give in its attachment within me. I stood again and began to pull on the chain with greater urgency. As I did, I felt a lurching vibration radiate through the links of the chain. I heard the scrape of heavy metal on stone and the slack was taken from the chain. Stupidly, I attempted to resist the action of the chain, only to find myself yanked forward by my crotch causing me to tumble to my knees.
The pull of the chain was steadily gaining strength and my first attempt to stand again was cut short when I slipped on wet stones and collapsed to the floor. Suddenly, I found myself bouncing painfully across the slick surface of the stones, traveling feet first on my back down the passage of the dungeon.
I planted my feet as best as I could. On one particularly prominent lump in the floor, I was pulled to my feet like a flailing water skier, unfortunately, my balance was off and I quickly tumbled over onto my chest. My body was quickly spun around until my feet led the way again. My stomach scraped along and I tried desperately to grab something with my hands.
Thankfully, the surface was slick enough to prevent my skin from being ripped away. Regardless, traveling by crotch chain is particularly unpleasant.
Eventually, I was pulled into the light of a new room where a number of Doll Monsters stood waiting for my arrival. I tried to struggle against them, but they easily overpowered my small, tired body.
They lifted me into the air and pushed me into a tall, narrow vertical cage through which my tether had already been thread. They yanked on my arms, shoving my wrists into tight, narrow grooves high over my head. Below me, my feet were pulled down until my toes brushed the bottom of the cage and my ankles were pressed into slots waiting for them.
With a screaming wail, the backside of the cage was slammed shut. The diameter of the cage was so small that I could feel the bars press firmly all around me. My arms and legs were also well secured and I was stretched to such an extent that breathing was difficult. Most of my weight hung from my wrists.
My ears were deafened by ringing all around me and an occasional spark shot down from above grazing my naked flesh. The Doll Monsters danced around the cage pounding steel pins into slots dramatically sealing the cage closed apparently in order to emphasize the hopelessness of my position within. With each strike of a hammer, I felt the bars wedge more tightly against me. I had no illusion that this cage was not meant to be the kind which will be reopened.
For a moment I stood shaking in the dark, flickering light of the cave. I gasped breaths of air when I could, but it never seemed enough. I prayed that whatever fate awaited me would end my suffering quickly and painlessly.
My crotch chain resumed its pull. The cage was apparently set upon castors that began to squeak and lurch out the room and into another corridor. The vibration of the chain, accompanied by a regular, strong pulse transmitted through the links and into my structure, rattling the surrounding anatomy. Anger etched its way into my soul as I realized how disturbingly arousing the sensation was. I cursed myself and my weakness.
I must have been traveling up a small incline. The bars pressed heavily into my thighs and chest. Soon, though, I saw the light of another room emerge from the gloom. I saw a black clad figure turning a capstan of sorts reeling me in. As the wheel turned, somehow links of my crotch chain were being broken off and sent clattering noisily across the floor. Each turn of the capstan shortened the length of my chain progressively.
As I rolled more closely, I realized that the operator was Machete Woman. Indeed, I saw her blade leaning against a column nearby. So, this is it. I shook and convulsed in fear in my cage. I knew death was near. How quickly would she skewer me upon her blade?
Suddenly, I realized that on the other side of the capstan wheel there was a cage identical to my own. At first I thought I was looking into a mirror until...
Chapter 16:
Laysan!
She was at the other end of my tether. She was the anchor of my leash. Or perhaps I was hers. Either way we were connected crotch to crotch by a quickly shortening chain.
"Laysan!" I cried. She, of course, could only watch me in her typical silence, her chest heaving with fear, her eyes flitting to take me in, her mouth held pursed tightly, trembling with anxiety.
Links were ejected from the chain until we stood, locked in our separate cages staring into each other's eyes only feet away from one another.
I took a moment to study our tormentor. She was easily as tall as the Doll Monsters. She had long straight hair as dark as death and skin the color of the moon in winter. She wore a brief top, a short skirt and heavy combat boots. Her eyes were big and the darkest shade of brown. They looked like endless pits. A subtle smirk bent her thin pale lips.
She disconnected the chain shortener and rolled the stand holding the capstan wheel out of the way. Machete Woman then pulled a length of chain from her belt. She pressed a small plate anchored at one end of the chain to Laysan's mouth. I saw Laysan's head jerk back in shock, but her efforts did little to impede Machete Woman's intent. When Machete Woman moved her hand from Laysan's mouth, the anchor plate and chain remained.
I realized that the chain that now dangled from Laysan's mouth contained an identical plate at the other end. Machete Woman grabbed the plate and began to raise it to my mouth. I cringed in fear waiting for my mouth to be covered.
Machete Woman whispered into my ear, "Smile, subGrrl. Your sacrifice will be remembered far into the future. This will be painful."
Lisianski!? Machete Woman was Lisianski!
She pressed her lips against mine through the bars of my cage in a slippery, warm kiss.
"Sacrifice?" I began to scream. Don't kill me Lisianski!
Before I could say another word, Lisianski pressed the cold anchor plate to my mouth. I felt tendrils drill through the flesh of my lips and slither into my mouth, wrapping my teeth and tongue in a tight metal knot, holding them still and filling the empty spaces around until my mouth was immobile and relentlessly locked away.
Lisianski stepped back and Laysan and I stared at one another across this new expanse of chain that linked us so closely. I could feel the chain transmit Laysan's trembling. We locked our eyes together helplessly waiting for the next horror.
Lisianski stepped between us with a second short chain. This one also had plates at each end, but a dreadful whimper strangled quietly in my throat when I noticed the pair of sharp spikes embedded in the plate.
Lisianski turned to Laysan and jammed the spikes directly into her chest, right into her heart. Laysan's cage rattled and I saw her eyes roll up into her head. Snot sprayed from her nose on Lisianski and I. A small stream of blood trickled down between her breasts.
Laysan's head lolled forward dreamily. She was not there. She was leaving. I was certain. But, then Lisianski pushed Laysan's forehead back and her eyes flickered open, dilated and unfocused.
Lisianski turned to me. I pushed back against the bars that held me trying to shake my head. Lisianski thrust her fist towards me and I felt the spike drive into my chest, breaching my vessel. I was flooding with chill. The torches on the walls flickered and flashed.
When I could focus again I slowly glanced down at the plate press against my breast. A warm trickle of fluid winnowed its way across my abdomen. I lazily followed the links of chain from my heart over to where they connected to Laysan.
One finger at a time, Lisianski began to wrap her fist around this chain that connected my heart to Laysan's. Finally, when she had a firm grip, she yanked as hard as she could with the sound of tearing flesh and bending bones. The room faded again, but I heard the whining squeak in my nose where a scream struggled to escape.
I opened my eyes to see Lisianski standing with the chain still in her hands. Each end of the chain now held a trembling, bloody muscle, pumping, pulsing, painting our flesh red in alternating sprays of fluid. They were our hearts, Laysan's and mine. Yet we still stood here witnessing our own disembowelment.
I know which heart belonged to whom. Laysan's was big and strong and red; mine - smaller and grayer, more beaten by life.
Lisianski took Laysan's heart in both of her hands with my dangling below. She began pulling at Laysan's heart, seemingly trying to rip it to shreds. Indeed she seemed to be succeeding. But as she pulled her hands apart, I realized that she was now holding two copies of Laysan's heart. The chain, too, had split into two and my old tired heart now hung between Laysan's two.
I looked at Laysan. Her face was purple and her eyelids were drooping. My entire body felt cold, but I could not shiver.
Lisianski suddenly shoved the copy of Laysan's heart into my chest. I felt bile and blood surge in the back of my throat. My entire body began to tingle as blood began to spray through my organs again.
When I looked up, I realized that Lisianski had replaced Laysan's heart as well. My old one hung slowly dying on the chain between us.
Lisianski stepped away for a moment. I heard a sudden array of clicking sounds below me. I struggled to look down to see what the source was, but immediately closed my eyes and wished I hadn't.
Chapter 17:
Thousands of black leathery lizard-like animals were swarming across the floor. I felt their claws sink into my flesh as they began to climb my legs. In no time they worked their way up my body, clinging to the chains that linked Laysan and I, grabbing any loose flesh or protrusion which may provide a foothold. Soon, they were on my face and crawling through my hair. I felt a sharp bite on the back of my right shoulder and I heard my flesh snapping and stretching in a painful burning sensation down to my left hip.
I tried to close my eyes. I did not want to have to watch my lover, Laysan be devoured. But there was a sickening scream of alien creatures between us and the spikes in my chest were shifting so painfully. I realized that the animals were devouring my old, wretched heart. Pieces of flesh were torn away from my heart, but the bits were caught by a swarm of creatures before they fell far.
In moments, there was nothing left of my heart and the links that bound Laysan and I chest to chest suddenly snapped and fell slack against our bodies. Laysan and I looked at each other with a sudden odd sensation of sadness, for with my heart destroyed we were no longer connected together.
The creatures retreated down our blood slicked bodies.
Lisianski stepped up and pressed her mouth to Laysan's forehead. Next she turned to me, her mouth smeared in Laysan's blood and she kissed me on my forehead.
Lisianski held out her fist at eye level to show Laysan and I a squirming snake of some kind. This mutant creature had two heads, each with a blood red tongue darting and whipping through the air. She lowered the snake, draping its body over the chain that connected us sex to sex. She twisted the writhing mass of flesh, tying the body into a simple half hitch around the chain.
When she let the snake drop, it began to lurch and jerk violently, flopping, apparently attempting to detach itself. I felt every movement of the beast radiate its way through the cold links of the chain and transmit a turmoil of sensation into my sensitive flesh.
It took several minutes and I fought as best as I could, but I could not neglect the sensations that began to ripple through my body emanating from the anchorage within my crotch. I tried to envision the evil that I had seen this night as a way to curb the sensation. I opened my eyes hoping to gather strength and resolve from Laysan. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were dilated and full. She was further gone than I.
I couldn't tear my eyes from Laysan and she writhed in growing ecstacy - her abdomen clenching and releasing, her chest heaving with deep intakes of air, her long hair shaking and streaming with sweat and blood behind her.
Oh, goddess! How I wanted her! How I wanted to pull her writhing flesh to mine. Why didn't I love her even more in the time that we had? I know that I could have! With love, there is always the possibility of more. I wanted her lips between my teeth. I wanted to feel her squirm in my arms, writhe beneath my weight. I wanted to taste her and pull her hair from my mouth. I wanted to breathe her.
Laysan's hands were fluttering in their cuffs above her head, her eyes were open but unfocused. I realized that I was the same. My back was arching, my legs were trembling and my toes were beginning to curl.
Months of pent up frustration crashed upon the seams of my flesh. I was about to explode into ecstasy.
I saw a flash of movement to my side and saw Lisianski with her machete raised high over her head. Her jaw was clench in effort and determination as she began to swing the blade down.
I did not care. I was gone. I was over the edge, convulsing in a sea of orgasmic energy.
Her blade sliced through the chain between Laysan and my mouth like it was butter. Links of metal sprayed around us, but Lisianski's blade continued down.
It hit the chain that linked me by my cunt to Laysan. There was a flash of light and I felt myself fall away through the bars of my cage, through the rocks of the floor and onward and outward, floating away.
Chapter 18:
I awoke shivering in darkness sprawled across cold cement. I tried to move, but immediately banged my head against something steel above me. I saw a glimmer of light and began to crawl towards it. I came upon my house keys. I felt around for something more, but gave up soon. I crawled further until I found myself slithering out from under a rail car. It was still night time and very chilly. I was naked and bruised, dirty and scratched.
I shivered and huddled from shadow to shadow and somehow, somehow made my way back to my apartment. I fell through the door of my apartment and crawled up onto my dining room table. I slithered backwards into my warm, safe cage and closed the door.
"Write your story," Lisianski said to me, her voice somewhat distant.
I turned on my tablet and began to tap: "Please don't hate me… Please don't hate me…"
And so, here I am tapping away still. Laysan. She has been severed. I never want to leave my cage again. I just checked to make sure that the lock is secure. I have already buckled the feeding gag in place. I've locked NemesisGirl's collar and leash on. I've attached her light bells to my nipples.
Once I am done writing I will lock on my new head harness blindfold and snap my wrists into the cuffs at the front of my cage. And I will finally be safe.
Lisianski is telling me to sleep. Her voice is so quiet. So far away. Barely a whisper.
I am so, so tired. I'm going to sleep now.