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"That which does not kill us can only make us stronger."
She went to bed and...
She tumbled forward, a sudden bout of nausea rushing through her. She caught herself before hitting the ground, doubled over as the sensation quickly faded. Looking up, her mind began to race, the effects of the feeling clearing as sharply as they had appeared. She was in a church. A church packed to overflowing with people.
"What.. what am I doing here?" she asked aloud.
"Excuse me?" she asked the person standing beside her. They didn't reply. "Hello?" Can you hear me? You. What.. Can Anybody Hear Me!" she yelled, her question echoing through the silent building.
There was no reply.
No one said a word; simply facing forward to the altar where nothing in particular stood. Now and then people shuffled, handing out water and food which others took, mindlessly. There was nothing else. It was like being trapped in a room full of robots. Instantly she felt pangs of claustrophobia dig into her stomach. She had to get out. Rushing she pushed her way through the crowds which offered no resistance. She shoved her way to the door, knocking one young man to the ground as she did. She stopped for a second but he ignored her, getting to his feet, oblivious to what had occurred. She burst out into the street and the sight that greeted her would have made her scream had she not choked first. Lining the streets around the church were people. Hundreds, thousands of people simply standing like statues, their faces were impassive.
"Can anybody hear me!" she screamed at the top of her voice but again there was no reply.
She gulped for air nervously, her heart beginning to beat faster. She ran down crowded the steps of the church, tripping on the final step and falling to the ground. She cursed as she pushed herself back to her feet, pulling off the high-heeled shoes and throwing them away. Pressing through the mobs she forced her way onwards, hoping that there would be some way out. The air stunk, not merely of human bodies but of smoke. She was too scared of her situation to link it to the bush fires. After a block the crowds thinned out a little. Then she was able to move better. Finally there were no people at all, simply silent windswept streets. She turned the corner.
Calista Flockheart screamed.
There, hovering above the city, taller than any building was a huge ominous tower straight out of the realm of nightmares. She tripped over her feet as she took a step back in terror. As she sat there. Looking in awe at the massive shape she saw a light erupt from its surface. In seconds it stretched across the city, down into the city street to engulf her. In totally silence the light swallowed her up, lifting her through the air. Silent that is apart from her helpless screams as she was dragged nearer and nearer. She could see nothing but the whiteness about her but she could feel herself lifted through the air like a doll. Gradually the light became less and less intense. She blinked through the haze to see the face of the tower as she approached it. She was being pulled closer and closer to a gaping carved mouth. She stammered once, trying to find a word for her fear, then fainted.
Calista awoke slowly. There was no longer the scent of smoke in the air. Now it seemed more like a sickly chemical smell. It was almost intoxicating, sweet, but not pleasant enough for her to appreciate it.
Groaning she open her eyes. Suddenly she was wide-awake. She was in a tank, up to her shoulders in some sort of gel. When she first saw it the ooze seemed green but a second later it was yellow, then red
then purple. She had to move her attention away to stop herself getting a headache. She squirmed in the small container, barely larger than her shoulder span. She could move her limbs slightly but not enough to get free.
Resigning herself to that specific limitation Calista looked about the rest of the room. The room seemed small, a wall size monitor in front of her bearing various data she couldn't understand. In addition it had a rotating camera view of her body, naked in the ooze. There might have been more behind her but she was unable to turn properly. Otherwise the room seemed empty.
"Is anybody there!" she called but there was still no reply.
She realized she was floating in the gel, her legs not touching the bottom, if there was a bottom.
There was a hum, something she hadn't noticed before. It almost sounded like a camera flash, charging slowly.
"Hello!" she called her voice trembling in fear.
The humming seemed to rise higher and higher, reaching a crescendo then snapping off. And instant later the gel around her started to churn. Calista let out a cry of shock. Her skin was beginning to prickle as the gel moved against it. It wasn't pleasant but it wasn't painful either. It was more of an itching sensation, once which became stronger and stronger every second. She moved her arms and legs, trying to rub her irritated skin but there was too little room. Within a minute she was crawling in her skin, screaming in frustration as the ooze boiled around her. Her skin felt like a writhing creature, tearing to be free of her body.
Nothing she did could ease the itching sensation. It was only after five minutes of the torment that the goo finally calmed down and Calista slowly felt her skin returning to normal. She caught her breath, wondering what was happening and dreading what might come next.
"Please! What are you doing to me?"
Her only response was movement beside her. Snaking, like a cobra, rose a pipe with a mask on the end.
"Get away from me!" she yelled but the pipe moved closer and closer, sealing itself over tightly her nose and mouth. She struggled for a second but then realized she was receiving a steady flow of air. The purpose of this only became clear a second later. No longer able to talk she simply moaned and thrashed her body within the tank. Despite her protests she felt herself being lowered into the gel. It rose up over her neck then her chin. Her breath remained unhindered due to the mask but she closed her eyes tight as she went under, her vision now blocked off. Calista felt the slim closing over her head. She panicked, struggling but to no avail. There was no room to move. Through the gel she heard a dull hum. She tried to scream in defiance but was unable to.
Seconds later the water began to churn around her again, this time engulfing her head as well. Instantly the crawling began again, this time from her toes to the tip of her head. In shock she opened her eyes.
For a second she saw the bright swirl of the gel, then the crawling feeling sunk in. She began to twitch her eyes uncontrollably, the maddening feeling driving deep into her optic nerves. Her entire face was subject
to violent, involuntary ticks as was the rest of her body. Everything save her covered nose and mouth which consistently attempted to scream. She was terrified, trapped inside her own body that was helpless
to fight then forces around her. She wished that she could black out but nothing happened that would rescue her from the torment. Finally the thrashing stopped again and she was able to rest. She gasped in the sterile air that entered through the pipe, wishing it were fresh air and that she were free. She waited once more, helpless to defend herself. Then she heard a sound through the gel, something moving above her.
For a second she hoped she might be freed but that hope was crushed quickly. She felt the sliding over her hair as a pair of earmuffs sunk into the water, closing over her head, blocking off all sound. Once again
Calista felt panic, robbed of another sense. There was silence save for the pulsing of blood within her body. There was no warning of a hum this time when the sensation started. Once again she was thrown into involuntary spasms, below and above the neck. She felt a little relief that this time her ears were spared. Her relief was short lived, a deep booming voice beginning to speak in monotone, over and over.
"OBEY. OBEY. OBEY. OBEY...."
Calista began to scream anew.
Five minutes later the cycle ended once again. If not for the fact that she was submersed, tears would have been streaming from her eyes. The voice continued, relentlessly commanding her though she tried not to listen. Her body wasn't getting anymore used to the feeling like she hoped it would. Every passing second had been just as intolerable as the first. But she had no choice but to tolerate it. There was nothing else she could do. She had no hint that anything else was happening, not until she felt the strange material press against her face.
She recognized it was a visor of sorts and the proximity allowed her to hear the draining of the gel from her eyes. She opened them and blinked once or twice. It was totally dark but at least she was free of the gel. Then the pulses started. They seemed totally at random and each was blinding. At least they should have been. But none of them were. Her vision was totally unaffected by the brilliant flashes that bombarded her vision. She pulled her eyes tight shut, blocking out most of the light successfully. The voice still boomed the single word but she ignored it for the most part.
Then the sensation began again.
Once more her body squirmed. Once more she screamed.
Somehow here yes, which should have been spared, were still affected.
They flashed open and closed despite her commands and as they did the glaring lights drove into her vision. They were so brilliant that she felt she was looking into the sun but never going blind. It was
exhausting looking at the lights. For the first time Calista actually began to feel tired, not physically, though she should have been from her bodies twitching, but mentally tired. It was as if the lights
were putting her brain to sleep. And all the while the voice kept booming resonating in her mind.
"OBEY. OBEY. OBEY. OBEY...."
Calista had lost all concept of time. Now and then the sensation would stop but then it would start again. Even in between times, when she had control she didn't bother to close her eyes tight. The flashing
lights simply shot into her mind unhindered. The voice was still speaking in the same tone. She wasn't even sure if it was still going or if it was simply her mind repeating the sound it had become so used to. Calista was so tired now. She wished she could just go to sleep. But however fatigued she got she remained conscious so that she saw the lights, heard the voice and felt the crawling on her skin. That at least had become more tolerable. Now she could hardly feel the sensation at all, her body only twitching very slightly. But her eyes remained open nonetheless, gazing at the flashing lights.
She didn't notice that it was happening at first, the change was so gradual. Now she realized the lights weren't flashing anymore. They were spinning. Twin corridors of multiple colors danced over her retinas. They were so beautiful that Calista gazed deeper and deeper into them searching for their center. She no longer felt anything touching her skin now. If the ooze continued to churn she could no longer feel it. The corridors were so pretty, so pretty. She felt as if she could stare into them forever.
"OBEY. OBEY. OBEY. OBEY...."
The voice droned on without end, without change. It had become as natural to her as the beating of her own heart.
"OBEY. OBEY. OBEY. ORGASM."
Calista felt the rush of sexual energy flow through her body. She was so attuned to the voice that she was unable to deny the command she received. The release surged from between her legs, hunting out every nerve in her body. She moaned into the mask in front of her.
"ORGASM. ORGASM. ORGASM. ORGASM. ORGASM.
ORGASM. ORGASM. ORGASM."
Calista felt herself washed away in a tide of pleasure she'd never dreamed of. Now at last darkness came.
Calista stood in the darkness, listening to the sound of her own breath. She felt the sweat dripping from her body, seeping out of every pore and running over her naked flesh. She felt the heat, so hot that she thought it should burn her to a crisp yet it caused her no harm merely discomfort. Before that there had been ice, before that needles, each never harming her. Each time she felt refreshed as if finishing a heavy workout, pumping with adrenaline.
She enjoyed the sensations that bombarded her, the searing heat, the freezing cold, each served to arouse her further. The heat continued to rise, Calista breathing deeply as it hit her skin. The more it burned the better she felt, knowing that it couldn't harm her. Then, just when she was sure she was going to crumple under the force, she would orgasm, falling to her knees trembling. Then the heat or cold seemed not to dissipate but to be drawn into her body so that it could no longer harm her. Slowly, in the darkness,
Calista rose to her feet again, eagerly awaiting what might come next.
CALISTA
"Yes."
YOU UNDERSTAND WHO YOU ARE
"Yes."
YOU KNOW WHAT MUST BE DONE
"Yes."
YOU WILL DO THIS WITHOUT QUESTION
"Yes."
YOU WILL OBEY
"Obey!"
YOU WILL GO NOW. YOU WILL PERFORM YOUR MISSION.
"Yes!" Calista snarled. And she walked out of the darkness.
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