In what time remained for him to think, Binder studied the haggardly looking black clad crone whom he now despised more than any other being he had had the misfortune to meet in anger: and subsequently eliminate with prejudice thinking, he would, (if given the opportunity) add her to the list. “No doubt” he silently mused “I’d gladly die. Just give me one opening. Please. Just one.” But of course, that eventuality, at least for the moment, seemed remote: especially so, as Eve had just taken a powder and he was now standing smack dab in the middle of a hornet’s nest of body molded red elastane. He soundly assumed that the next move he made, even a twitch, would be used as an excuse to melt him. “Be patient” she said? “And what in the hell did she mean by just making chicken salad? Hell, this is not just a simple case of chicken shit we’re dealing with here!”
He stifled the urge to speak, choked back and swallowed the hocker that had decided it was time to slowly crawl down the back of his throat and subdued the instinct to move and as suggested, stood there; silently thinking that there weren’t enough epithets he could string together to adequately describe his feelings towards Maellis. “This woman is… No!!!” he thought “why even elevate her to that. She’s a living two legged snake and if I had my way I’d burn her slithering slick hide to ground and then unceremoniously flush what was left of her ashes down the nearest toilet.”
Justifiably, there was little doubt that he hated her; loathed her very being, perhaps more in return than she did his and made no effort to mask his feelings, leastwise facially from the female who now silently stood across from him and who with a look commanded the room.
“So here it comes” he thought as he watched the hags face broaden with what to her was a smile as she lifted her withered right hand to point a skeletal first finger at him. She held it pointing straight at his head spoke “Binder…Look around you, I command here. Do not speak.” She disdainfully cackled “I have waited for this moment and will savor it. You have caused me a considerable amount of trouble; especially of late but I’ll make certain to take my pound of flesh from you and more.”
Binder stifled the urge to tell her “Go to hell” and if looks could kill she would have been dead.
She smiled in acknowledgment at what were his unvoiced thoughts.
He gave her no lip as she decided to offer him a pregnant pause, in hopes, of getting a rise out of him. “No such luck” was the reply he spoke in his mind followed with “you won’t get crap out of me. Well after I’m dead maybe you will.” He waited patiently as Eve had suggested wondering if his odds had improved and when the hell she’d re-boot, if ever, and come back on line.
Disappointed at the lack of response, Maellis’s demeanor abruptly changed. “But, then again,” she spoke, “perhaps you are of a different opinion but that, for now, is irrelevant. None the less never let it be said I was so cruel as to deny you a last request, so…. decide, in front of all, I will allow you to die here and now. Of course, afterward your body will be mine to do with as I please. And for clarity’s sake, the pound of flesh I said I would take? It pleases me to no end to tell you that after you die you will be dichotomized. Moreover, what I deem necessary, to begin anew, will be harvested from your body after which you’ll be ground to bits and then fed to the fish in one of my reserve estuaries. In time I will dine on your remains and will raise a glass to drink in your honor while I so sup. Or, option two, I will allow you to live, naked, for a very short period of time of course, during which you will be repeatedly milked and believe me, at some point you will die but not with a smile on your face. Of course, in the end, you will still be fish food; but then again by then you will not feel a thing. You have thirty seconds. Decide.
“Boy…” she tersely snapped turning towards a taciturn Mark Porter “come here… (it was almost a snarl when she said it) stand beside me and be quick lest my benevolent compassion for you be tested and we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” and all eyes turned to the object of her now slit eyed intent.
A very self-conscious and scantily clad Mark Porter was clearly unnerved but to his credit managed to trepidatiously walk the ten pace distance from where he stood to stand to the immediate left of Martha Maellis making certain to stop a hesitant arm’s length distance from her; an act to which she quickly remedied by reaching out to his right ear and pulled him closer so that he was actually touching the coal black robes she wore; an action to which he immediately recoiled.
Maellis sensed the obvious and mused to herself “Wonderful, he quivers at my very touch. This will be delicious,” but in anticipation, Maellis also expected the boy to forcefully pull away. As such, she grappled his ear and made certain that if the desire to do so actually came to fruition she would delight in knowing that both her thumbnail and first two finger nails would literally tear a good portion of his ear off: she could hardly wait for the moment and in expectation smiled at Binder almost daring him to move.
Of course, the fact that her second fingernail on the very same hand she gripped Mark’s ear had been sharpened to a sharp point did not go unnoticed by Binder. Nor did he fail to understand that the nail was purposely colored different than the others: “poison maybe?” “Binder’s “Jeez us” to himself was quickly followed up with “Where in the hell do these bitches come up with this crap? First there’s Feddy and her “Gom Jabbar” now there’s this bitch that’s gone and personalized it. I gotta remind myself, if I ever get out of this, I gotta read that fracking book or part of it, hell….”
Maellis’s “Now!!!” broke his thought as she susurrated to Binder “it is time for your decision.”
“I’ll wait” was his short reply.
Her “Ohh what, no bravado?” was answered by silence; as was her “No epithets? Really? “ She had expected more and was now dissatisfied with less: she pressed him to react; after all, in her mind this was an auspicious occasion. She wanted some theater to remember.
Her “How out of character for you. Tell me, why?” prod was once again met with his obstinate silence. “No matter” either way I will obtain what I desire and either way you will most certainly die. Now then, let us turn our attention to our little celebrity of whom I am now informed is without implant. Dead man, yes you Binder, what have you done with her? My Eve?”
“Unfortunately, not a damn thing.”
“Truly, spoken as a lover spurned. Where is she?”
“Right in my front right pants pocket. You want me to hand her over, now? Better yet, why don’t you reach in a take her out yourself? If you do you’ll really feel nuts about her.”
“You’re disgusting.”
“You ain’t much better” he shot back.
“I should have expected your Neanderthal reply but as an enlightened woman I will take what we desire another way. Binder, regardless of desire - do anything other than what I command and you’ll die: right here right now. That said, moving heel to toe remove each shoe then drop your pants and then step out of it: slowly.” He did whereupon she continued on with “Now then, very slowly, step two paces back.” She clucked a “Very good” at his compliance and sniggered at the blue boxers he wore thinking him and them as archaic.
“Sung Tsu” she barked, retrieve the pants, and then carefully remove the device, then hand it to me and do it now.” Barely taking a breath she continued on with “Shelly Porter: my slut; the device, a P.D.P. as you so term it, where is it? I have been informed; one is here and was too made operational in this room. Your intent was to demonstrate it upon “your” make over “Marki?” Yes? Then so it shall be. Within a minute I want it and you in front of me with you on your knees offering it or else the object of our mutual affection in this demonstration will be minus a goodly portion of one ear and believe me when a say that will for him be but a start.
“Sissy,” she cooed at Mark while tugging at his ear, look at me. No you fool, up at my face, not at my robes. Good. Now then, before your drunken slut of a mother returns you will be naked, remove “your” panties.” She read the shock of crimson that ran across his face and laughed. “Sissy, are you dimwitted at well? Of course I know everything you have done; Eve has always informed me. How else would I be here with knowledge of what you have done or of was to be done to you? You realize, that this device, a creation of your mothers intellect will cause you untold suffering? Yes? Well, at least from previous attempts, these Punishment Disposable Pants were less than promising. In fact, they left considerable scaring on the test subjects not to mention that some failed to emerge from them altogether. Exciting thought. Yes –no? Oh yes this “will” be interesting. Now then.
“Silvia, my old friend, you have joined us for a demonstration of what shall become a working asset in behalf of the FDBM? When “your” request to impregnate your niece crossed by desk, I must admit, I laughed. By now you realize the thought implanted was mine. You and your niece have served me well. No, don’t thank me. Your words would not be sufficient. However, what would be would be an act of acknowledgment: perhaps a spontaneous affirmation of your avowed loyalty to me before the others? And in what form would this affirmation take place, you now ask, well, your act of resignation and relinquishment of Region III to me does come to mind. Yes – no?
“I can see you are elated; well you will be. Silvia, you have been far too sentimental over family for your own good or mine. Of course, you realize that once we leave this room, except for the salient details concerning various aspects of your contrition, most of your memory will be wiped of this matter. You can thank me later. Yes – no?
“Unfortunately, for you my dear Ruski Spangler I fear your involvement in this matter is beyond my ability to remedy therefore, my options are limited. Essentially, I find you a threat; especially where your love for this pathetic sissy is concerned. And true, I could allow you and he to become – “lovers” –– for me it would never work. Sung has had eyes for him which means “her” desires and yours are at odds. True love my dear? It is laughable. Yes – no? But, that leaves me with but two options eliminate you now or totally wipe your memory clean? I will decide after your intended “consort” is properly attired to decide.
A scowling “Which brings us back to you slut” to Shellie Porter who was in the process of scrambling back, echoed off the walls. “On your knees and as you look up to me explain why this version of device will function whereas the others have failed.”
Shamefacedly Porter struggled to answer with the first attempt merely resulting in her breaking down and crying which in turn did nothing to ingratiate her to either Maellis or Mangiano. Mangiano thought her pathetic while Maellis considered her as contemptable. Her second attempt though halting was successful as she managed to explain “Your eminence, the previous devices failed for several reasons. The first was because the subjects DNA were not properly attuned to the nannites comprising the invasive fibrous mesh. Secondly, the programming was faulty, it needed tweaking, in so far as the intended orgasms for reward/punishment behavior became uncontrollable. In essence, the synaptic plasticity of the wearer became compromised. Your Eminence, not only did each orgasm encountered increase in strength, it became, as an opiate: a neural addictive. In essence, it became uncontrollable: the more orgasms one experienced the more and stronger became the urges and unfortunately, the stronger the orgasms the greater the successive physical rigidity experienced and whereas a normal experience would have just been toe curling moment, the sensations thereafter would be extended to minutes of total body, back breaking arching and shallow breathing; in turn leading to rapid heartrate(s) resulting in fatal heart attacks, anoxia or spinal cord injuries.
Moreover, the device’s memory chip was not indexed properly in that the device, in order to function, must begin at zero capacity and continue from there. Besides, the subject must ingest an emulsive, one which contains nannites programed to converse with its counterparts comprising the entirety of the mesh. Their interaction forms the basis for successful interface.“
“I don’t understand. Zero capacity? Of what?”
“Your eminence, the subject’s bladder must be void prior to programming and indexing. When first fitted, a subject must have fully voided the contents of bowels and bladder. There were some other minor tweaks made but otherwise the device should function as designed; at least the last two did.”
“So, has your sissy son been properly prepared?”
“No. For one, the emulsive has yet to be administered and as for the last requisite I do not believe so. So no.”
“The emulsive is here? Prepared? And in this room? Yes – no?”
“Yes.”
“So, once administered what is the length of time before the device can be fitted and then programmed?”
“Less than two minutes.”
“Wonderful. You may proceed.”
“Your Eminence?”
“What? You were going to ask me a question? The answer to your inner thoughts to which I have unlimited access is yes. All which has transpired is at my behest. By now, even to you, it should be abundantly clear: nothing which occurs does so without my knowledge and approval; including your need to drink my dear. Bugs you know - “Capisca?” How else could I have brought you to this moment? You have two minutes: prepare the device and as for you my dear” she smirked looking at what she held in her right hand “we have unsettled business. I am disappointed.
She uttered her curt “Eve, Mallis, one, seven, five, zero, zero, one. Comply” into the device and waited several moments. Grew irritated at Eve’s non-compliance and so peeved spoke once more, but emphatically with “EVE, MAELLIS, ONE, SEVEN, FIVE, ZERO, ZERO, ONE. COMPLY” which appeared to rouse Eve from her brief sleep.
Unfortunately, Eve’s waking response was not what Maellis had expected as Eve’s normal “By your command” rejoinder was replaced with “I am Eve. Who dares summons me?”
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