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Title: Binate Undercover (Chapter 4)
Author: Elise Olisbos
Keywords/Codes: futanari/dickgirl, teen, fantasy/sci-fi
Summary: In a world where magic has returned, a cop goes
undercover to investigate mysterious kidnappings.

**Chapter 4 - The Hall of the Divine Consorts**

Helaine came awake with that quick alert speed which had been the
envy of the other NSB recruits. Being drugged had been part of
their physical training. Helaine's internal magic gave her that
impressive strength, and also a high metabolic rate; she burnt
off poisons and tranquilizers at a fast rate.

She also ate a lot, much to Dillon's annoyance when they were on
a stake-out, and she devoured an entire pizza by herself.

She found herself restrained to a large, soft bed...a
four-poster, something that Helaine had only ever seen in books.
The canopy of the bed was draped in shimmering swaths of cloth,
and the posters were sturdy constructs of metal and timber. Soft
bracelets encircled her wrists and ankles, and to these were
attached lightweight chains. Helaine turned her head and blinked
at the tall narrow windows, which overlooked a sloping brown
roof. She could see the broad, stately heads of palm trees, an
achingly bright sunlight, and beyond what seemed to be a small
jungle, the creamy sliver of a beach and the bright blue promise
of the sea.

She wasn't in Kharon City anymore, that was for sure. Kharon had
sunlight on very rare summer days, in which people panicked, and
the weather forecasters solemnly urged the continued use of
umbrellas. Helaine and Dillon would brown nicely and laugh at
anyone who ended up with peeling skin. K-City was also inland;
the largest body of water was Lake Egeria. While the Lake was
wide enough that a person couldn't stand on one shore and see the
other, the water was often a greyish tone.

This was a quiet, beautiful place, in the full throes of summer.
Just past the canopy of the bed, she spotted the slow revolutions
of a fan, attached to the exposed rafters of a high ceiling. The
room was warm, but not uncomfortably so and Helaine glanced
around. She was alone in this very nice room, although it was a
bit sparse on furniture. It was shaped like an L, so she presumed
that the shorter side was possibly a corridor that led to the
entry.

Helaine tugged on her restraints, testing their limits and
listening to their creaking with a small smile of triumph. She
relaxed, gathering as much strength as she thought possible.
Then, with a sharp movement of all her arms, she snapped the
chains; it had been easier than she had anticipated, and the
leg-restraints followed soon after. She listened warily for any
alarm as she sat up, glancing at the long shift in which she was
currently dressed. Helaine grimaced at the thought of someone
undressing her and putting on this sleeveless, formless, near
transparent garment while she had been unconscious.

Her head didn't spin as she rose to her feet, that was good. She
tried a quick dash around a corner, heading for the exit; she
felt pretty good, actually, and the tiled floor was cool against
her bare feet. She nearly kicked the door open with the rush of
adrenaline that spiked through her veins, but she managed to rein
in that feeling, and simply turned the knob.

Helaine blinked when the door swung open silently. She had
expected a long corridor with other doors, but she found herself
at the threshold to yet another room: a narrow, oblong space with
a ceiling so high that it disappeared into shadow. There were no
windows in this space, and no apparent light-sources...but a deep
purple glow seemed to permeate the very molecules of the air. A
number of pod-like structures were arranged one one side of the
room, pressed against the gentle curve of the wall. Beside each
was a column-like structure, black in colour and twisted like the
trunk of an lightning-struck tree.The pods, large enough to
comfortably hold a private transit, had black bases and
semi-opaque domes. Within most of them, Helaine saw smooth
strokes of shadows moving across those mysterious arched shapes.

Helaine glanced around, frowning at the absence of any security
detail. She crept over to the nearest pod, peering into the dome
section. Faintly, she heard a soft moan and tried to look closer,
but all she could see were dark writhing forms. At one point, she
was sure she could make out an outstretched hand, palm pale,
fingers clenching and unclenching. However, a dark shape obscured
her view even more, and she wasn't sure.

Helaine walked down the length of the room, counting seven pods.
The last one was different from the others: its dome was fully
shadowed, no sign of fitful movement. The seam where the black
base met the dome at the height of her sternum, more or less, and
she pressed a finger to the line. She couldn't feel anything, no
edge under which she could set a sharp edge and pry up the dome.
Wondering if there was a locking mechanism on the wall, she
glanced up and stumbled back, breathing hard with shock.

A face was in the twisted column, about a third of the way down,
as pale as writing paper. Helaine was sure it hadn't been there a
moment ago. It had an oval shape, with the faintest hint of a
nose, and full lips that were as red as blood. The eyes seemed as
if someone had simply cut them into place with a flick of a
knife, creating thin, slanted apertures. The sclera of the eyes
were black, and the pupils and irises a solid white.

"You're awake, divine one," the face said in a voice so normal
that Helaine blinked at the incongruity for a moment, before her
brain made a few connections: this was the voice from the
transit.

She clenched her fists and squared her shoulders. "Where am I?"
she demanded, voice stern. "What is this place?"

The face regarded her with pleasant curiosity. Around it, the
column began to undulate slowly, pulling itself out of coiled
shape and into a vaguely human form, taller than Helaine by a few
inches. The shadows resolved into a hooded cloak. Hands, just as
pale as the face, were clasped together, half-hidden by long
sleeves. Helaine blinked; for a moment, it seemed as if the body
had wrenched into a far larger shape, with more long, segmented
limbs arching up and away.

After another blink, the human-like outline returned, but its
edges flickered now and again, as if it wanted to return to that
other insidious form.

"You are in the Hall of the Divine Consorts. Here I am called
Loxosceles." An arm reached up and white fingers extended to
Helaine's jaw. Helaine shoved the arm away, and skittered back. A
soft laugh erupted from those red lips. "You are stronger than
the others. That is good." Both arms reached out this time, and
no matter how Helaine tried to dodge them, they seemed to grow
longer, and clasp her face. She froze, wondering if this was the
point where her skin would be torn off, but the touch remained
gentle, even if the skin against hers was almost freezing.

"The mages say there is something different about you...a
temporal anomaly about your person." The face tilted from one
side to another, contemplative under the arch of its hood. "No
matter. You are here, as needed."

Helaine inhaled and then punched at the chest of the body in
front of her, putting every ounce of her strength into the quick
series of blows. The Loxosceles character stumbled; if Helaine
had been at her full strength, she could have pushed them back
even further. She jumped and kicked, striking the side of the
face with the top of her foot, a solid blow. Loxosceles collapsed
to the floor and Helaine dashed back towards the same door she'd
entered. As soon as she stormed through the door, she drew to a
halt so abruptly that she nearly fell over. Instead of the room
in which she'd entered, there was now a wide corridor; a hurried
glance to one end revealed a blank wall. The other end possessed
a double-door: the main exit, hopefully. The vision of a sunlit
day danced invitingly through the glass panes.

She sprinted off in that direction, preparing herself for the
crash through, but the doors swung open as soon as she
approached. This house apparently possessed a wide, wrap-around
patio, but Helaine was in no mood for architectural appreciation.
She raced across the patio, tripped down the few short steps and
sprinted across a well-kept lawn. The strange summer sun prickled
heat along her arms and shoulders before she plunged into the
cool shade of the small forest. The trees clung to a surprisingly
steep hill, but Helaine threw herself down the slope with
abandon, wincing as the branches struck her skin.

She emerged at the beach after a few minutes of headlong racing,
gulping in the warm, salty air. Her plan was to run until she
found help; she was good at running, and could keep up a fast
pace for a little over an hour. Surely she would end up at a
road, and a road would lead to a town and she could call her
Division. Simple; she allowed herself to feel hope, to imagine
the hard surface of the road underneath the bare soles of her
feet. Taking off, she easily maneuvered around rocks, large
pieces of dead trees and clumps of bristling grass. She ran along
the water surged over the beach, feet slapping briskly on the wet
sand.

Helaine made sure to glance over her shoulder now and again,
making sure she wasn't being pursued. She kept up the bruising
pace for what felt like twenty minutes, and yet the beach didn't
seem to end. Halting, she put her hands on her hips, gazing out
at the sea as if it had answers to the questions she didn't even
think to ask.

"I should be far enough anyway," she said, turning to look the
other way, up the slope of the hill. "They should--"

She actually flinched at what she saw, biting back the rest of
the sentence. Between the stoic trees, she could see the outline
of the house. The steep hill down which she had fled now appeared
to be a short incline. How she have been running all that time,
fast as the wind, and yet not go anywhere?

"That's enough now, I should think," a high-pitched voice snapped
from behind her and Helaine felt a painful twinge to the side of
her neck. She spun around, one hand snapping up to grip the shaft
of the dart which had struck her. A huge bird stood there,
regarding her with a glassy expression.

Or rather, it was a being with a bird's head, glossy black, and a
human body. Helaine had never seen a binate like that before. She
swayed on her feet and tried to keep her eyes open, but the
sedative was potent. She fell to her knees and managed to turn a
little so she wouldn't collapse face-first into the powdery sand.

As she blacked out, she heard the bird-creature say, "Hmm. Two
doses, indeed."




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