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It Came From the Bay
🕑 Added 2017-12-03 15:14:01 +0000 UTC “Vicky. I’m sorry that I have to ask you this, but, as a parahuman medical professional, I am obligated by contract to ask you this.”“Ames. No.”
“I have to. This contract is airtight.” Thanks, Carol. “But don’t worry. This is a simple yes or no question. Bear with me.” Amy clapped her hands together and ignored Vicky’s paltry attempt at an interruption. She worked in the medical industry. Vicky was small time when it came to unasked for interruptions. “Are you on drugs?”
“Wha—no!” Vicky nearly flipped over in midair from the strength of her denial alone. A vase broke. Carol was going to be pissed when she got home. “Why would you even—”
“Are you on the weed, Vicky?” Amy asked seriously. “Because if you are, just know that, as your sister and nothing else, I still love you. Weed is barely a drug anyway, so whatever. I don't really care.”
“You said it was a yes or no question!” Vicky loudly pointed out. “Also that was a very specific denial!”
“... So that’s a no to the weed then.” Amy, now done, very done with that line of questioning, pushed Vicky’s phone back across the table. “Hand please.”
“Ames!” Vicky cried as she quickly snapped her phone away before Amy could check her for something illicit. Suspicious. “I just wanted to show you the proof I got…” Vicky pulled at the edges of her phone, turning the little square into something closer to a miniature television than a phone. She always had to have the newest models. “Like, I was flying over the city, doing my thing like I normally do, right?”
“Sure.”
“And, like usual while I’m doing my thing, someone was being a total douche and they needed a good attitude adjustment.”
“Oh god.”
“It was Alabaster.”
“Oh thank god.” It was already ten at night. Amy really wasn’t feeling up to going out at the moment after just getting home from a twelve-hour shift. If she had to go out, well… She wasn’t feeling all that charitable at the moment. She’d just leave it at that.
“Anywayyyy,” Vicky pushed on, “after covering him up to his neck in wet cement to keep him from escaping before the PRT picked him up—”
Amy’s mouth opened in horrified shock. “What? Why? Why would you do that!?”
“It’s not like I can break his bones like I do to everyone else, Ames! I needed a solution, and that was the closest one at hand!”
“But wet cement!?” Amy yelled the tiredness she’d been feeling earlier pushed back temporarily as she realized the implications of what Vicky had just done. “Don’t you know that that stuff is caustic!? He must be in horrible—”
“Yeah, okay, whatever! He's fine and I’m telling a story here!” Vicky came close enough, quick enough, that Amy’s grab at her arm was a reflex. The sort of reflex that often showed up in that one kid with asthma and coke bottle glasses as he was forcibly drafted into a little league game...and wow. Vicky really wasn’t on anything. Amy wasn’t sure what to feel about that. “Alabaster was vanquished, nazis ran off, people were saved, and I SAW A SPACESHIP!”
“Oh god.” Not again. Not another frisbee, please.
“I promise it isn't a frisbee this time! Also, I was eleven! How long are you going to hold that against me!?”
Until the end of days.
“Vicky. I know that proving the existence of life outside of Earth has been a lifelong dream of yours,” Amy said in a long-suffering tone. “But there’s no such thing as aliens. We'd have found them by now if there were.”
And, as if the universe had just decided to prove her wrong, a bright light and a deep humming noise filled the room...along with Vicky’s fearful screams in the background.
“OH GOD!” Vicky screamed even harder. “THEY FOLLOWED ME HOME I'M SO SORRY!”
“WHAT THE FUCK, VICKY! MY EYES!”
And then, darkness.
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When Amy opened her eyes again after an interminable an undefined period of time that had her thinking of the taste of rainbows and the feeling of gravel on her tongue, she woke up with a curse on her breath—
“Motherfucker!”
—and a blissfully empty bladder. Something that was more important than you’d think when you’d been abducted by a person or persons unknown. She’d learned that the hard way the first time this had happened. That hadn’t ended well for anyone.
Amy snickered, maybe more than just a little inappropriately, as she remembered what had happened the second time. It hadn’t gone well for her kidnappers, and the crackdown after that had been glorious. She’d thought that it had been enough to make anyone think twice about trying again. She guessed she’d been wrong.
It should have been obvious, really. She was a doctor. People really were that stupid.
“Alright! What are your demands this time, hmm?” Amy asked somewhat condescendingly as she got down to brass tacks. “The cure to an incurable disease that I’d have fixed if you just asked? Free reign over the city of your choice? Two billion dollars and a helicopter? If it’s the first, you really fucked this up!”
She swore that, if it wasn’t for the lack of bacteria in here, someone would have caught a mysterious and sudden case of Ebola by now. She had no idea where it came from. They’d probably been playing with bioweapons or something, Mr. G-man sir.
Yeah. That’d work.
Instead of the response she’d been expecting, some of the egomaniacal gloating that she’d become used to over the years or religious claptrap about how she was the spawn of Satan, the rack she’d been put on—which had proved itself surprisingly comfortable so far, warm and supportive in all the right places—went up. Then up. Then down. Then a little up again, putting her on a comfortable incline of 15 degrees before a wafer-thin screen was placed in front of her face.
It then made fizzy noises for a while before, with the anachronistic crackle of CTV, it turned on to show… Herself? Herself if she was preparing for a dinner party, maybe, but still herself. The levels of creepy here just went up.
“Hello, Ms. Dallon,” The picture said cheerily in what...sounded like her voice. Maybe. It could have been a little off... She didn’t sound quite that nasal, did she? “And welcome to the next—” The avatar screeched something unintelligible. “—of your life as one of this world’s greatest heroes! If you have any questions, make sure to ask them before the start of phase one!”
“What’s Phase one?!” It was the most obvious and pressing question to ask.
The avatar tittered. It made Amy's teeth itch. She didn’t titter, she laughed sardonically! “This is an easy one!
Amy readied herself for something painful and maybe more than a little treasonous.
What is your favorite flavor of ice cream!?”
Amy blinked. “I think we missed a step somewhere.”
“That is not a flavor! Please try again! What is your favorite flavor!” The duplicate helpfully repeated.
Amy blinked again as she started to wonder if maybe, just maybe, she shouldn’t have been asking Vicky if she was on drugs. Glass houses and all that.“Uh… Chocolate? I guess?” Amy eventually said.
“Excellent! On to Phase Two!”
“Wait! Another question! What’s phase Twoooooooo—!” Amy trailed off into the longest, shrillest, girliest scream of her life as carefully hidden ports in the walls and ceilings opened up and dispensed over a dozen different mechanical arms. “OH WHAT THE FUCK!?” With giant mechanical, drooling probes attached to the ends that gave her all the incentive she needed to craft a whole new strain of flesh-eating disease, just for whoever had designed this death trap. “HEY! NO! NOT COOL, NOT COOL!”
“Problem?” Her electronic counterpart asked.
“MOST OF THEM ARE BIGGER THAN MY ARM!” Amy screamed as she struggled against her bonds. Nope nope nope nope nope!
“Right. Got ahead of myself there.” The other her did something that sounded like a giggle someone had run through a shredder. “That’s Phase 22. Silly me.” The electronic voice started to mutter to itself as the probes retreated back into the ceiling. Amy barely got a chance to let out a sigh of relief before a group of much more reasonably sized probes replaced the first group.
“That’s bet—Wait, no! That isn’t good either!” Now she knew who had her! Her goddamn fan club! They’d finally done it!
“Awww. Don’t be like that. How else are you going to become one of the world’s greatest heroes~?” If this what she sounded like when she was cheerful and perky, she made the right choice in always being grouchy. “I’m just trying to help, which is why I designed these just for you!”
“You aren’t helping!” Amy’s eyes went wide eyes as she closed her mouth hard enough for her to worry about damage.
“You’re just being silly!” The voice tut-tutted as a probe, one of the smaller ones, made its way towards Amy’s mouth. If Amy gritted her teeth anymore she was sure they would shatter. She was risking dental damage as it was. “Now open up~” Now the voice was sounding like a mother trying to get a fussy baby to eat. “Coochy coo~” Great.
After some gentle battering of her lips and cheeks with the end of itself, the probe eventually managed to, at the very least, get in between her lips and start doing a decent job of massaging her gums and… Was that chocolate? Her favorite flavor even? Is that why she was asked her favorite ice cream flavor?
The probe continued to gently batter at Amy's teeth as the teen continued to try and process that.
Did someone ask what her favorite ice cream flavor was, just so that they could personalize the flavor of her lube? That question and the indignation it brought up was enough for Amy’s concentration to slip and for her mouth to open slightly.
That had been a mistake.
“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”
Amy angrily grunted and glared at the airbrushed animation of herself as the probe nestled itself behind her teeth...which were, thankfully, unbroken. Also, the thing in her mouth really wasn’t as bad as she’d expected it to be. Not good, but not bad either. Just a healthy mix of proteins, essential fats and minerals, and a near rock bottom caloric content. In other words, the perfect diet food instead of the massive flood of drugs and erotic fluids that she’d expected… That other stuff came in at more of a trickle really, even if there were some things in there that she couldn’t recognize. Things that made her squirm, uncomfortably warm as thoughts of what they might have been came to mind.
The internet had not done any good things to her imagination…or her tastes. She had needs too. It was nothing to be ashamed of… Even if there were all sorts of compounds that could be in this that might have slipped her by. Tinkers were fun that way.
Any more musings on whether or not she’d be turned into a sexual slave doll were interrupted by the voice chiming in again.
“Phase two is to give you all sorts of Hero Chow brand (Trademarked) Nutrient fluid! Filled to the brim with everything a growing hero needs to save the world, with extras! Damn good stuff I have to say, even we do need to work on the name a bit!” The voice drifted off into a whisper. “PR wasn’t doing too good that day.”
Amy rolled her eyes and tried not to relate. Sure, she wasn’t subjected to Youth Guard rules like the Wards were...but not swearing in public while in costume got hard sometimes...and that was when the worry decided to double up. What kind of villainous, hero kidnapping and molesting organization had a PR department?
She was in more danger than she’d thought.
“From what my scanners are telling me, the cortisol levels in your blood have risen drastically over the last several seconds!”
No shit, Sherlock. That was a thing that happened when people felt trapped and endangered.
“So, as to alleviate any possible anxiety you might be feeling, I will activate several subroutines designed exactly to combat this issue!” The rack began to shiver just right, turning Amy’s muscles into goo. God, it was like years of stress had just faded away all at once, quick enough that it might as well have been magic. The music that started up after, something nameless but unbelievably soothing, was just overkill.
Hell, when another set of arms came down from the ceiling to laser off her clothing from her feet down, she could barely even muster up a mumble.
“It is good to see that you are relaxed and 74 percent less stressed than before, Miss Dallon!” The screen buzzed and whirred as it moved closer to her to give her a quick, and oddly human nod. “Anything other than that would muddle up the test results, and we can’t have that!” Another nod. “Now, any more questions before the testing and enhancements commence?”
Amy grumbled something rude into the probe.
“I can make that taste like soap in an instant!” The screen chastised her.
Amy’s eyebrows shot up. She then mumbled a question.
“Wireless throat mic and bone conduction.” The voice helpfully answered.
Amy nodded at that. That made sense... She paused. Thought. Accused.
“Well, I did put a few compounds in there to relax you. Nothing serious. I’m not loading you up on what you would call Xanax or Haldol or anything like that.”
Amy deadpanned.
“Hey! I went through the proper clinical trials! Only a couple of rats got small but temporary rashes. And some weight gain, but that is actually desired here. You need to eat more, young lady!”
Amy sighed and hung her head. Of course. She got abducted by the one Tinker who actually understands the Scientific method and experimental protocols.
“It’s more like concentrated Lavender more than anything… Except it actually works.”
Amy snorted at that and continued to relate. She’d had far too many patients think that they could treat their stage two cancer with all natural techniques. Sometimes they came in so bad that all even she could do was palliative care, not that she could feel all that sorry for them.
Their choices. Their problems.
“It was nice talking to you, but now it’s time for the next stage!” The voice exclaimed. Amy started to tense up again, in spite of all the relaxing she’d been doing lately. “The external scan!” The voice shouted as yet another piece of machinery dropped down from the ceiling. It then pointed itself at her and lit up with an almost hostile red glow.
Amy then watched, her eyes wide again as beams of light slowly crept their way up her body. She then made sure to close her eyes when it reached her face because of course she did. It was a laser after all. A few seconds later it made another little electronic chirp and then retreated back into the ceiling.
“All good here! Now comes Stage 4! The internal scan!”
Amy sighed as the rack she’d been placed on started to rumble even harder, relaxing her yet further. She knew where this was going...and she was proven to be right as, from the floor between her feet, three separate arms popped out. Small, medium, large, all of them already dripping.
“Don’t worry about the mess! Our Hero Chow (Trademarked) brand of nutrient slime is perfectly sterile, and easily absorbable through human mucous membranes!” The smallest of the three, little more than the size of an egg, placed itself on her clit while the others went to their assigned areas. The relief she felt when the large one didn’t go for her butt couldn’t be explained in words.
That human thing, and the little conversation she’d been having with Vicky—where was Vicky anyway—had got her thinking about aliens. Aliens, and anal probing. The fact that that wasn’t all her captors were doing, oddly enough, made her feel better.
It was probably because of Vicky. It was always because of Vicky… Wait. Shit. Was that what this was? Was this one of her Vicky dreams, the rare few that were caused by Vicky but didn’t actually—so far—involve her? If so… Yeah. This was fine.
She’d had worse dreams. Hell. She’d had worse days.
Amy let out a low long groan into the probe in her mouth as the egg turned on, proving its quality as it began to vibrate and circle, seemingly knowing exactly what to do. The egg had been positioned just right. Her toes clenched and unclenched as she bit into the probe in her mouth.
This was okay so far. The large sized probe was doing its job and was probing her vaginal opening, pressing up against her labia minora—and that was how Amy realized that she might have been spending just a little too much time in the ER—to tease her entrance before it made a small circle around her lips. It seemed like it knew what it was doing too. Preparing her. Getting past her defenses. Not that it needed to do much of that. She could feel herself ‘opening up’ even as she spoke.
After a few, long minutes the probe apparently judged her ready in the most forward way possible.
Amy slowly breathed out as the tip of the dildo speared past her folds. Just a little bit, up to the tip...and all she could say was that it was new. It wasn’t painful. It wasn’t unpleasant. It was different, even compared to that one vibrator she’d managed to buy using a pre-paid credit card. The one that she kept in her sock drawer in a false bottom because, once again, Carol.
She’d never felt something squirt into her before. Sue her.
“Phase 4 is 23 percent complete!” The voice cheerfully said, not that Amy was paying it much, if any, attention as the dildo inside of her started to spin. “Thank you for being so understanding!”
When the medium started to push at her butt in a fluttering, tickling motion, Amy started to fight for once. To try to slip out of her bonds after the shock had worn off…for many different reasons than what they would have been barely fifteen minutes before.
Being unable to touch herself burned. If it weren’t for the thing in her mouth gagging her, she’d have been howling as the dildo down below made itself at home inside of her. Fit itself snugly inside of her before it stopped moving while the one at her ass started to prod, opening her up with just the tip as it started to fill her with lubricating cream.
“Well! Isn’t this nice?” Her doppelganger chirped as, finally, after enough teasing to count as a sort of torture in at least five different countries, the dildo in her pussy slipped out to make room for the one that had just gone into her butt. “All this yummy data, just for me…” They then began to alternate, ramping up the already ridiculous amounts of pleasure Amy already felt. “And all you have to do is have fun! A good trade, am I right!?”
Data. Amy had to wonder exactly what kind of data her dream kidnapper was getting to make something like this worthwhile. Kidnapping Panacea, just to molest her for some nebulous goal… It wasn’t exactly what anyone could call ambitious, now was it?
Amy’s muffled response, this time, was positive.
“Glad you could agree! Now!” With a loud buzz, the dildos stopped moving.
Amy whimpered.
“Technically, we’ve got everything we’ve needed, really. But since you’ve been a really good sport about this, I have to ask...” Other Amy cocked her head with a laugh, “Would you like to continue? Seal the deal before we drop you off?”
Amy nodded. She might have banged the back of her head on the rack, but she nodded. Really, really hard.
“Alrighty then! Going to a hundred percent!” The buzz resounded and the dildos began to move once more...it was starting to get kind of sloppy down there. Squishy. “This is going to get messy!”
And, with that, all three probes went insane. The one at her clit began buzzing hard enough to shake the rack by itself while the dildos down below started playing at being jackhammers. Fast and hard as the edging they’d been putting her through was thrown out the window for the sake of completion...and it was more than just messy. It was obscenely loud with an emphasis on the obscenity.
With each wet smack, Amy felt herself rapidly coming close to climax. Closer and closer. A nearly painful pressure that kept building and just wouldn’t release and it was just driving her insane! She started to press her head even closer to the probe in her mouth, batting at it with her tongue. She lowered herself as much as she could in the restraints. Even a fraction of an inch lower was wanted. Needed!
Got.
Amy’s scream as she finally reached orgasm was so powerful that the probe was forced out of her mouth. As she thrashed and spasmed, said probe jerked and bounced around the room, pouring it’s goo wherever it was pointed at. Something that actually served to enhance the experience as Amy felt the warm fluid splatter all over herself. Then, as the energy drained from her body, and the lower probes withdrew with a loud schlick and the splash of far too much liquid she heard the all too familiar voice crackle to life.
“Well. I wasn’t expecting that.” The voice said, seemingly honest. Not that Amy cared, now slumped down as far as physically possible in her restraints. “I mean the data shows that I need to adjust Phase 4 some more, but… You really should cut down on the stress in your life. Get a hobby or something.”
Whatever you say magic voice. Anything you want.
“Okay, I’m going to start Phase 5 and then 6. Not that you’ll be awake for them.” The platform slowly started to tilt backward, taking pressure off of Amy’s limbs. Just the act of leaning backward was more than enough for Amy for the day. “I just thought you’d like to know.”
Nodding once, Amy’s head thunked against the rack as she let out a large yawn and promptly fell asleep.
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“The fuck?”
Amy snapped awake at that. She jolted upright. She was ready to kick the everloving shit out of anything that came her way... And then she blinked. Why had she been asleep on the front lawn?
Quickly standing up and brushing herself off, Amy came face to face with three girls. One of which she would have preferred to never see again. It didn’t matter how hot she was, she was a total bitch.
“The fuck are you wearing?! Where did you come from?! What was that light!?” Sophia demanded, the only thing keeping her from looking like a child throwing a tantrum was the fact that she hadn’t started stomping her feet. Amy wondered just how the girl had any friends at all. She really did...and then her last words registered.
It was vague, but if she thought about it—
She glanced down. Saw a space-age version of her normal cape outfit then tugged at it. Huh. Memory fabric apparently.
—where had she come from?
“AMES!”
That was all the warning Amy got before her felt her sister slammed into her at the closest thing to full force, sending her back onto the ground.
“TELL ME ABOUT THE ALIENS!” Vicky screamed into Amy’s face, uncaring about the fact that they had an audience as she started to lightly shake her sister. “WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU?”
“My fucking ears.” Amy groaned.
“WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOUR EARS!? DO YOU HAVE BRAIN PARASITES!?””
“Nothing! And aliens don't exist!” Amy snapped as she started pushing at her sister. “You’re just really loud and I would like my personal space back now!”
Victoria, proving that she was, indeed, Victoria picked her up over her head and started floating back to the house in a sloppy bobbing and weaving pattern that did nothing but made Amy feel nauseous.
“Hey!”
“MS! Now!”
“Hey, no! That place sucks!”
As always, her pleas went unheard. Everything was normal.
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“Aliens?” Sophia scoffed as soon as they left. She might have been many things, some of them she might even admit to, but she wasn’t dumb enough to piss off the healer… Too much anyway. “They must be on some strong shit if they expect us to buy into that.”
And then, almost as if the universe had just decided to prove her wrong, a bright light and a deep humming noise filled the air...along with Madison’s excited screams in the background.
“WE’RE ABOUT TO GET PROBED!” Madison shrieked excitedly.
Emma and Sophia just shrieked. Loudly. Especially Emma as she was plucked off the ground, drawn up into the air towards a silver disc, and whisked away in another flash of light.
“COME BACK HERE AND INVESTIGATE MY ORIFICES FOR THE SECRETS OF THE UNIVERSE, YOU PUSSIES!”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP, MADISON!”
