body, and judging by the leer in his eyes, I guessed my mitts and their extra digits were the last things Alfred would be paying much attention to. So, as hideous and horrendous as the thought was, I decided to fight not with my fists, but with my girly bits, and dropped my hands from where they concealed my femness.
“Oh, what sturdy plumpness. I always did favour the fuller figure,” Alfred said and lunged towards me.
I grabbed a pongy soap and curled it along the floor towards his feet. So intent was he on staring a hole into my bosoomers, that he did not notice my action and stepped full pelt onto the slimy bar. His legs left the ground and his vast arse met the floor with such a thud, that I swear the whole room shook. I scooted past his sprawled bod, raced into the bedroom, grabbed a blanket from the bed and ran into Kendra’s apartment.
“Kendra I…” As if one shock was not enough in the space of a few secs, this one almost beat the previous one in eukyness. For there on the great metal bed was a semi-naked Kendra and a fully unclad Oswald. He was grabbing at her front bits as if he meant to pull them off, whilst she swiped his mitts away and attempted to massage his chest. On clocking my countenance, Kendra without hesitation, put her fingers in her ears and ran out of the room. Oswald flipped over and stared at me.
“Well, how unexpected. Kendra, what a delight, you were saving her for me after all.”
He raised himself to a sitting position and patted the bed. “Come lay with me, Darlene. Kendra,” he called. But she had fled. I hoped she had gone to tell the others to hide their ears, for I opened my mouth, thought only of Alfred and the blubbery male that faced me, and…
“Not so fast girly.”A fat hand pressed itself against my lips and stifled my voice. Alfred’s other hand snaked its way around my chest and pulled me into his saggy flesh. Which, thankfully, was dressed. I struggled, but the obese ‘dult held on. Oswald rose from the bed, threw a purple robe about his nakedness and stood facing me.
“Adara, did you really think we would allow you to use your ability on us? Foolish girl,” he said and walked towards me. Alfred relaxed his grip and I wriggled free.
I tried to run past Oswald, to find Marcellus, but despite his look of waddle, he was surprisingly nimble and managed to grab me by my neck. I pulled at his forceful hands, but he simply swiped my fingers away. Oswald pushed his face close to mine and snorted out hot, smelly breaths.
Meat. His breath smelled of meat. The same stink I’d smelled when we were in the inside garden room. It ponged like the stuff we’d consumed in the Clonie camp. I involuntarily retched and turned my face away, but Alfred turned it back. His fingers dug into the skin on either side of my head and I could not, no matter how hard I tried, move it. I attempted to use the flop down method of relaxing all bod muscles and falling all boneless-like to the floor, but Oswald was wise to such cunning and increased the pressure on my neck.
I gagged.
“Do not struggle so, Auger. It is of little use. We had plans for you, the high-ups especially so. But, well, let’s just say, our plans have changed. Dead or alive, you’ll prove to be a most entertaining addition to our experiments. Surprising what information you can get from a corpse,” Oswald, or, Gwydderig, said and squeezed harder.
I vowed to myself that these foul Agros would not do me in. Without a sec’s thought, I gave forth a swift and exact kick to the ‘Untamed’ one’s nadges. He let go and crumpled to the ground clutching his, hopefully, bruised nads. Then I brought both elbows back sharp and quick right into Alfred’s squidgy tum. He also fell, the wind knocked out of him.
With both males incapacitated, I ran faster than I ever had into the main rec area. Breathless and quite overcome with my near death experience, I headed straight to the room Marcellus had been allocated. Not even
“Oh, what sturdy plumpness. I always did favour the fuller figure,” Alfred said and lunged towards me.
I grabbed a pongy soap and curled it along the floor towards his feet. So intent was he on staring a hole into my bosoomers, that he did not notice my action and stepped full pelt onto the slimy bar. His legs left the ground and his vast arse met the floor with such a thud, that I swear the whole room shook. I scooted past his sprawled bod, raced into the bedroom, grabbed a blanket from the bed and ran into Kendra’s apartment.
“Kendra I…” As if one shock was not enough in the space of a few secs, this one almost beat the previous one in eukyness. For there on the great metal bed was a semi-naked Kendra and a fully unclad Oswald. He was grabbing at her front bits as if he meant to pull them off, whilst she swiped his mitts away and attempted to massage his chest. On clocking my countenance, Kendra without hesitation, put her fingers in her ears and ran out of the room. Oswald flipped over and stared at me.
“Well, how unexpected. Kendra, what a delight, you were saving her for me after all.”
He raised himself to a sitting position and patted the bed. “Come lay with me, Darlene. Kendra,” he called. But she had fled. I hoped she had gone to tell the others to hide their ears, for I opened my mouth, thought only of Alfred and the blubbery male that faced me, and…
“Not so fast girly.”A fat hand pressed itself against my lips and stifled my voice. Alfred’s other hand snaked its way around my chest and pulled me into his saggy flesh. Which, thankfully, was dressed. I struggled, but the obese ‘dult held on. Oswald rose from the bed, threw a purple robe about his nakedness and stood facing me.
“Adara, did you really think we would allow you to use your ability on us? Foolish girl,” he said and walked towards me. Alfred relaxed his grip and I wriggled free.
I tried to run past Oswald, to find Marcellus, but despite his look of waddle, he was surprisingly nimble and managed to grab me by my neck. I pulled at his forceful hands, but he simply swiped my fingers away. Oswald pushed his face close to mine and snorted out hot, smelly breaths.
Meat. His breath smelled of meat. The same stink I’d smelled when we were in the inside garden room. It ponged like the stuff we’d consumed in the Clonie camp. I involuntarily retched and turned my face away, but Alfred turned it back. His fingers dug into the skin on either side of my head and I could not, no matter how hard I tried, move it. I attempted to use the flop down method of relaxing all bod muscles and falling all boneless-like to the floor, but Oswald was wise to such cunning and increased the pressure on my neck.
I gagged.
“Do not struggle so, Auger. It is of little use. We had plans for you, the high-ups especially so. But, well, let’s just say, our plans have changed. Dead or alive, you’ll prove to be a most entertaining addition to our experiments. Surprising what information you can get from a corpse,” Oswald, or, Gwydderig, said and squeezed harder.
I vowed to myself that these foul Agros would not do me in. Without a sec’s thought, I gave forth a swift and exact kick to the ‘Untamed’ one’s nadges. He let go and crumpled to the ground clutching his, hopefully, bruised nads. Then I brought both elbows back sharp and quick right into Alfred’s squidgy tum. He also fell, the wind knocked out of him.
With both males incapacitated, I ran faster than I ever had into the main rec area. Breathless and quite overcome with my near death experience, I headed straight to the room Marcellus had been allocated. Not even
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