The
screen is white. A soothing female voice speaks as the image of a
beautiful woman fades in.
“Love
is a wonderful thing…”
A
man enters from the left of the screen and the two embrace.
“But
even the most burning passion cools in time…”
The
image fades to one of the man and woman in bed, naked but for the
silk sheets. The woman has her back turned to the man, a look of
weariness and apathy on her face.
“New
loves replace old…”
An
image of a different woman fades briefly in and

Lexi
sat impatiently on the top of an overturned beaker while Julia and
Brit worked. Stephanie had taken the momentary delay in the rescue
mission to swing home and make some phone calls to see what level of
disarray her life had fallen into. At the moment, Brit was so
feverishly scribbling out notes on the white board in the university
chem lab, she’d not even bothered to get properly dressed. Her
curvy figure was wrapped in a robe liberated from the swim team’s
locker room along the way.
�

Julia,
and Stephanie paced along the street, the former holding out the HDTF
detector and anxiously watching the readout while the latter looked
nervously about.
“I’m
seeing a lot of expensive cars parked around here. Doesn’t that
seem odd to you?”
“Why
would that seem odd?” Julia asked without looking up.
“We’re
in the industrial section of town. This is, like, practically the end
of the bus line. I’d expect nothing but bluecollar working stiffs
here,” she said.
“Someone�

In
the penthouse office, the silver haired Mr. Stern ranted and fumed.
“What
do you mean
someone escaped?” Stern growled.
“It
was Number 36. Miss Markov,” explained his black-suited assistant.
“I
was told our security was fool proof!”
“By
all modern standards, it is. We exceed the criteria for maximum
security. But security standards haven’t really been designed with
plumbing as a potential escape vector.”
“Plumbing…
so she---“
His
assistant nodded, “Flushed herself dow

Deleted
scene:
Brit
shimmied herself out of her jumpsuit. Cameras were pointed at her and
observers were watching through the glass that made up the front wall
of her cell, so she knew she would have to work quickly if she was
going to get her plan to work before someone was able to stop her.
Kicking
her jumpsuit aside, now entirely nude, she stepped up onto the seat
of the toilet bowl and took a steadying breath. She took a moment to
judge the distance and forces involved in the next step. When

Julia
found her way to a quiet, out of the way alley near the sewage
treatment plant and dropped her pack on the ground.
“What
are you doing?” came a voice from between her breasts, “We need
to find Sammy and the others.”
“Look,
Stephanie has been wadded up like a leather sausage and sitting on
some weird pervert’s shelf for who knows how long. I think we owe
it to her to restore her!”
She
rummaged through her bag and pulled out a few lengths of PVC pipe and
some rolls of metal scr

A
camera screen flicked on. Various archival data covered the corners
of the screen in simple black lettering, including the date along
with an assortment of incomprehensible hexadecimal codes. There
wasn’t much worth mentioning on the screen at the moment. A man
with glasses and a bad comb-over was standing in a clinically white
and very well lit room. Visible along the rear wall were a few
well-secured doors, some innocuous machinery peeking in from off
camera, and a few tubes hanging from t

Lexi
murmured quietly to herself. Ever since she’d seen her beloved
Sammy taken away by those awful people she’d been a bundle of raw
anxiety. Any pause, any moment of peace and her head filled with
images of what terrible things those people might be doing to her
friend and lover. Now, for the first time since that terrible moment,
she felt a measure of calm returning. The comfort came in a warm,
full body embrace. Soft, smooth flesh, very slightly moist with
perspiration that filled her no

Julia
stepped out of the shower, for the first time in too long feeling
like a human being again. The last few days had been fun. Mostly.
Despite ostensibly enduring a punishment, she’d spent that time
buried deep in her own vagina, using the bulk of her body as a dildo
of sorts while her boyfriend Mark used her as a sex toy. It was only
fair, she’d done a similar thing to him, and for a good deal longer
than he’d given permission. There was a fairly lengthy stretch
toward the end where th

Lexi
grunted and heaved. It had only been about fifteen minutes, but she’d
proven both remarkably driven and incredibly nimble when it came to
navigating the inside of a dog. Nonetheless, she was a machine
barely slowing as the internal environment became… less hospitable.
Her grunts of effort quickly mixed with moans of dismay as she heaved
the odd-shaped bundle of flesh that was all that currently remained
of one of the women responsible for their current shapes and sizes.
“Is
everything

Mark
pulled into a parking spot in an out of the way lot near the Mad
Science Kink Headquarters.
“Okay,”
he said, popping the door and running around to the trunk. “Let’s
make sure we’ve got everyone, shall we?”
“We’d
better. The last thing I want to do is misplace a duffle bag with
twenty-five folded up people in it,” Sam said. “So what do we
like better? The fold or the jar?”
Brit
paced up to the trunk and took one of the suit cases. “I think in
the future we will just

“Okay!
Step right up, who’s next?” Sam said.
Sam,
Mark, and Brit were in a small, previously abandoned storefront in
their local mall. Technically Julia was there as well, but she wasn’t
in a postion to lend a hand, as she was only about four days into her
“punishment” for taking advantage of Mark not long before.
The
storefront was cheap to rent, most likely because it wasn’t really
large enough for a normal store, and they’d decided it was a
perfect fit for their purposes. It w