It is interesting to gauge peoples response to my work . This little story, though not in my usual genre gained 3 kind comments here on my blog, but amazingly gained me more than 10 new youtube subscribers. I have a love of 50s monster movies and of damsels in distress being menaced by slimy tentacle creatures., so this is part of that.
Now, as I said I know it is not in my usual style, but it does hark back to my earlier writings such as
In fact this new story is a kind of sequel to this bigger story, in that it shares the same world and features names and places from that story
Anyway here is the conclusion of our treehouse of terror. Apologies for the lack of Add break, perhaps this episode was on the BBC and because a lack of time.
Welcome back. Last week we left the glamorous Selina
Kaplinsky and her beautiful young intern Keira Watson hot on the trail of missing girls, Having narrowly
avoided the humiliation being dragged into a tank of golden honey in the wild
Zeta Bar. Keira is eager to impress her less than willing companion with her
dogged investigative skills and so the pair set off into the desert in search
of Candy, a young woman full of tales of Alien abduction and so much more, but
can she be trusted?…….
And so 4
Hours and a change of clothing later, in a run down shack somewhere outside
town.
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“They tie you out,
just on a table in the centre of the room, nothing wild, just a glass and
chrome table, long enough to be stretched out on, covered with a latex sheet”
“Why is everything
Latex?”
“It just is, everything there was shiny and Latex. I haven’t
worn anything but Latex since I was taken. Which is why I am wearing this. I
mean I tried wearing normal stuff but it really irritates and makes me feel
awful”. The speaker, a woman in her mid twenties, tall slim and blessed with
the body of a super model and the face of a goddess, smoothed her hands over
the pewter grey Latex blouse which, carefully unbuttoned and barely contained
her full breasts. “I think they condition those they take, so they can’t wear
anything else”.
Selina, sitting to
the back of the room snorted her disbelief.
“If your friend wants me to stop I will”. The Latex Blonde
said.
“No please go on”
The young, short haired woman, with the tape recorder said turning to glare at
smiling woman behind her.
“Like I said, you
are just laid out and tied star shape to the corners, so everyone can see you,
not tight, just loose enough for you to be able so wriggle about. They like to
see that”.
“They? the guests you mean, so the guests can
see you. Like at a dinner party”
“Yes just that, the
mistress would invite these women to dinner, just like you would here and they
would talk and stuff and you know whatever you do at parties”. The blonde paused,
took a nervous sip of the golden bourbon before her and drew a deep calming
breath. “Then….. once they had you tied just right they coat you in this really
think oily gel, golden and stringy, like the white of an egg when you crack it.
They’d pour it over you slow and think, covering you so it ran into
everywhere.” Another pause, the thought seeming to stop her in her tracks, then
in a flat tone added, “At which point this woman they called the Masturbatorix.
Would start touching you .I mean touching you like I had never been touched
before, just working on you, playing you like I was an instrument .Working on
you, working on you, hard and soft, for hours”.
“Just for your
mistresses entertainment?”
“I guess. I mean no one was really paying any attention.
They were just sitting about in conversation. I mean sure, after dinner, one or
two of the women, with drinks in their hands, would come and watch, some might
touch, but mostly they would just watch this bitch, you know……fingerfuck you”
“She masturbated
you?”
Another chuckle
came from the back of the room, this time Selina waved an apologetic hand to
her young colleges sharp glance. “Sorry Keira, just hearing you say
Masturbate….sorry it just sounds so much naughtier with your accent”
Keira Watson
jokingly glared her reply, flicking her companion and friend a playful poke of
the tongue before returning to her questioning. Her clear , cut glass British
accent, seaming to become even more pronounced. “I do apologise Candy, please
carry one”.
The blonde, took a
breath. “Yes, all night,….masturbated over and over. Fuck knows how many times
you’d cum, ten, twenty times. Sometimes the guests might politely applaud,
mostly they just ignored you. Then the same Masturbatorix, or maybe another,
would begin again, maybe on your clit, maybe up your arse, sometimes they would
play on you at the same time. Sometimes they would leave you alone and just
coat you in this oil, smooth creamy stuff that makes your body really
sensitive…… like honey but even more golden, like maple syrup really rich and
just a little drip on your nipples makes you feel so horny, you desperately
want to touch yourself, but you can’t, I mean its like bubbles popping on your
skin, like little lips sucking on your
nipples it drives you crazy and you can’t do nothing. I mean ,man, if
they were on you they would let you cum, but that slime shit. You said you came
from the club? you see the tub, the honey tub?”
The pair looked at
each other, knowingly nodding.
“Same stuff, only
that has been refined, the stuff they used on us was pure, straight from a
cocooned. Man, covered in that you would be horny all night, It’s……..it’s
horrible. There ain’t no relief, you don’t cum, you just ride it, hot and
horny, never letting you come down, like always on the edge but…….. I passed
out once, from sheer exhaustion. When I woke up I was being….”. The womans
voice trailed off as if the memory was too painful to recall
“Why would they do that?”
“Fuck knows, as you
said, for Entertainment I guess, I mean you British always have a woman playing
a harp at dinner yeah?, well they
played us, we were just background noise”
The look on the
woman’s face brought Keira to a pause in her interview.
Her long lean legs unfolding from beneath her, Selina
Kaplinsky stood and stretched her back. “Keira, can I have a word”.
“Sure”, The younger
woman said, following her superior out of the small, badly lit room and into
the night air.
“This is just
another fantasist Keira, I am calling it a day”
Despite her
dangerously high heels, the younger woman looked up at Selina with wide deep
brown eyes. “No, this one seems different, her story is so detailed”
“Keira?, she is
crazy, Aliens abduction, glass walled cities, sex experiments, Latex outfits?
It’s cheap porn movie. All we need now are the probes up the butt”
“We did,”
“What?…What did we
have?”
“The probes up the
bu…..bottom. You missed it, you were on the phone to Larry”.
Selina laughed,
“There we go then and the crap about Bimbofication rays, It’s all Flash Gordon.
Come on, no. She is just another big boobed, brainless bimbo in need of
attention”
“Selina please,
lets just hear her out, she is so convinced of it all, we don’t have to start
back until tomorrow, we have time”.
The older woman took
a breath, had it come to this, after 30years, from cub reporter to sports
reporter, then glamorous TV news anchor journalist. She gained Award and after
award for journalism and new broadcasting, whilst not forgetting other awards
such as, hottest body and brain award, a dozen best dressed butt awards and the
classic Playboy Miss Unobtainable of the month award 5 years running. Fame
glory and adoration and then back to this, scratching around in some nowhere
desert town, listening to some dim bulb Bimbo, with the body of a Victoria
secrets model and the brain of a Victoria sponge, claiming to have been
abducted to a glass and chrome planet and transformed into an Alien sex slave.
She sighed and
nodded her agreement and the eager intern broke into one of her bewitchingly
dangerous smiles. Selina had never been on that side of the fence, but there
was something about the cute, short haired British girl that made her warm and
the sight of her tiny little butt and perfect figure in that tight pant suit as
she disappeared back into the other room did not help her temperature one bit.
Selina waited
outside for a few minutes, gazing up at the stars, her mind full of wishes and
dreams. 52, divorced, wealthy enough sure and even her worst enemy could not
call her unattractive, but when she thought of Keira and her eagerness to
impress she wondered what went wrong.
“Selina you got to
hear this”, Keira said as she returned ,slumping into a seat beside her, “Go on
Candy, explain it again”
“Like I say, these
rubber worms, called….I can’t remember now, but they were more like a cross
between a worm and a slug and when they needed to move quick they sprouted lots
of little legs, like you see on the documentaries, like, what you call them, a
Multipede?
“Millipede?”
“Yeah and they were fast, real fast, I mean quicker than you
can run quick”.
“Aw come on Keira, it’s nineteen fifties monster movies
now”, Selina shook her head, taking up the offered mug of freshy made coffee
“No Selina, Please
just hear her out……go on Candy, the Larvalous worms”
“Like I say they were about 2 metres long, thick, black and
wet and shiny, all slimy and gloopy, they made this revolting wet, slurping
sound as they wriggled about and the smell was awful, Like hot rubber. But like
I say, they could move like shit, I mean they were fast on those legs. They
used them like dogs, so they used them to catch any of us who ran. They were
handled by these woman in all over latex skinsuits, hoods and masks and gloves,
just to keep this god-awful slime goo and smell off them I guess. They would
keep these worms close, none of us would dare run because we had seen what they
did to you”.
“And what did they
do?” Selina Asked.
Keira turned surprised that her sceptical colleague had
entered the conversation.
“You want to
know?”, the woman fixed Selina with a deep stare “Really want to know”.
“Sure we do”, Keira
added “Please Candy”.
“They swallowed
you, Swallowed you alive. They swallowed you alive and kicking and screaming,
they would be on you and smothering you, drooling you up until you were all
good and slippy and then those wide toothless lips could fold around your head
and suck you in, wriggling and alive”.
“B…bullshit” Selina
snapped, a strange strangle to her voice.
“Truth all truth, I
see them, the sounds they made will stay for ever, screams for mercy, pitiful
and helpless, you could hear them as they were dragging inside, chocking and
screaming. You see, the worms never ate you, oh no they kept you good and
alive, warm and wet. Kept you alive, fed you, drained you and fucked you, oh
yes, they never ate you because they wanted your juice, your honey, your
freshly fucked cum. You could hear them, the girls, gagging, strangled moans
and gasps, pitiful shit”. Candy paused, as if summoning the strength to
continue. “I.. I saw one once. One of the lucky ones that the worms gave up…..
I was taken down to one of their pens. They kept them in pens know like we’d
keep Pigs in, but it was a sold plastic thing. Anyway they separated one from
the others and two of the women got behind it with these prods. I figured it
was the rear ‘cause the thing tapered down at that end. So they got behind it
and began pressing these probes into it and it began to wriggle and slime
around until it opened up and…..and these red fucking tentacle things came out,
slobbering and dripping, slurping about. God that hot rubber smell made you
dizzy, really strong and you could see this vapour like steam coming from
inside. Then the worm began to ripple, sort of pulse and the girl inside it
began to come out, feet first, out naked onto the slime covered floor….”,
Another pause, a longer one, “…She was covered in that oily honey stuff, I mean
thick and wet all over but …..but not her head, The head was covered in a black
hood, like an inflated bag, wet and shiny, covering her down to her neck ,but
connected up into the worm by a tube, like an….umib…umbi”.
“Umbilical” Keira
prompted.
“Yeah and you could
see there was stuff pumping from the worm into….and then as the slime spread
away and thinned I see them. Two of
them, front and rear, thick and ridged, coming outta her”. The woman looked at
her hands, smooth and flawless, polished nails as if manicured that day. They
trembled.
“Dear God”, The
younger of the woman gasped, breaking the silence. “but you said she was one of
the lucky ones?…..How?”.
“Simple, she was
young, so she came out and once they had cut the cord and peeled the hood away
she was free, but older ones don’t come out, they’re just cocooned”.
“cocooned?” Keira asked, leaning closer. “Wha’?, what do
you mean cocooned?”
“Like I say
cocooned. If a worm takes an older one, say like you Ms Kaplinsky, they go into
some sort of …..I don’t know….Pregnancy? and start to excrete this latex film
that completely envelopes you, I mean head to toe. They say they are inside the
worms for months whilst the cocoon forms but once it has the worm gives you up
and then it is only a matter of time before you start to produce”
““Produce?” both
women asked as one, “Produce What?”
“That horny honey
shit, you know the crazy oil from the club. It seeps out through the cocoon,
coating it in this wet glaze and they collect it like every day. The oil is
worth a fortune. Some of the most highly prized pure oils are kept by the mistresses
in little crystal bottles, capped with jewelled stoppers. They wear it like
perfume, behind the ears or between their breasts. It makes them real horny. Is
really something to have a cocooned.
“That’s what they
are called, these women, a cocooned”
“Yeah, there is no other word for them, once a woman is
cocooned….that’s it”.
“Bollocks”, Selina
snorted, her tone sharp with anger, partly in disgust at the imagery and partly
in reaction to being termed an older one. “Utter fucking perverted fantasy,
where the hell did you drag that bull-shit up from?”
“I seen them”,
Candy snapped, banging the table, her voice sharp and edged, “My mistress
had….has a cocooned, she kept her in the cellar, hanging under these hot lamps.
I got close once, the sight of her made me feel sick, the cocoon was so fucking
tight, I mean beyond skintight, It was like it had been melted on, but you
could see through it, see the oil on her skin, bubbling and flowing beneath the
latex surface. I could barely look at her, she was so fucking turned on, just
moaning and wriggling, eyes wide, lips parting and closing in a silent scream.
I mean, a drip of the oil on your nipple will drive you crazy horny for hours,
but she was……fuck me, she was head to toe it. It was too much, what with the
heat and the sound of that latex squeaking and stretching as she moved inside
it, I just wanted to get out of there as quick as I could. They say the
cocooned never sleep and forever awake, smothered in that oil, every nerve
bursting with desire and pleasure, every nerve pulsing like its own climax and
their oils, spreading mingling to create…”. The tears broke through and the
woman sobbed. “God I can still hear her”
Astonished Keira
turned to her older companion and saw a look of utter revulsion on her face.
Selina stood from the table, un easy, unbalanced on her heels, sweat on her
brow hand on Keiras shoulder. “Oh Fuck that is enough” She mumbled, choking
back the bile in her throat “That’s enough Keira…enough of…..this…..perverted
fantasy”
“Wait”. The woman,
mumbled to herself, as her eyes raised from the table, Wait your…your
ring?…….That’s the symbol…That’s their symbol…..you!”.
Selina shook her
head, “Ring?”
“There, that
ring…..your ring, that is the symbol that was everywhere I went”.
“Where?”
“Up there, up
where they took us….OH FUCK!” .The woman rose swiftly to her feet, stumbling
backwards “Oh Fuck, no you…..you are one of them, They said they would find me,
No NO”
“No it’s just a
ring”, Selina said, stepping back. “calm down Candy, It ain’t a symbol of
anything. Keira gave it to me for my……” She stopped, her words trailing off
into thought. “You….you called them Larvalous Worms…….Keira…. you called them
Larvalous worms”
“Did…did I?” The
young woman said.
“I never called them
that, I never said that”. The tall tear streaked blonde gasped, “but you….how
can you know?”
The young red head paused, she tapped the table with one
polished fingertip. “Shit”. She looked round at the wide eyes of her colleague.
“What can I say….I always liked visiting the Larvalous Worm pens, just to hear
the sounds you Earth women make, especially in the first few weeks. So pitiful
and helpless, you know they do say if you relax, being swallowed by a Larvalous
worm is rather erotic. Not that I would want to try it of cause, that smell
yuck!”.
Calmly, Keira
stood and, like some gadget from a Bond film, spoke into her wrist watch.
“Investigator 23, Escapee at my coordinates, function 2”.
Candy shook her
head, “No No I won’t go back, I can’t”, then suddenly she stopped and fixed
Selina with a wild stare, “Oh Fuck!” she pointed, “Oh fuck, oh fuck! I see you,
now I see you!!! it’s…it’s you. It’s you I saw you, you were…… Oh God run RUN!
RUN!”.
With that Keira
turned and a green ray from her watch device stung the panic stricken woman
opposite, dropping her paralysed to the floor.
Selina backed away,
her heart pounding, head spinning, this could not be happening, Not this, this
was crazy, fucking crazy.
“Escapee subdued,
marking now. Prepare extraction …..no I would not say willing….. Jump 6, 1
minute away, excellent………….”
For what seemed
like an eternity Selina just stood there, open mouthed and shocked mature, as
her friend of the past year walked round to kneel beside the paralysed woman.
Unable to move, as
if she too had been stung by the green ray, she watched as her young companion
placed her hand over Candys mouth and nose, pressing her palm tight. For an
instant Candy found the will to move, her body jerking and writhing without
coordination as Keiras hand smothered the life giving air from her.
“No” snapped Selina,
stepping forward, but the look, like none she had ever seen before from her
young friend, stopped her dead. She watched motionless as from Keiras hand
spread a clear membrane, a film, like liquid plastic. It flowed out across
Candys reddened cheeks and coated her wide wild eyes, sealing her face in a
single smooth coating. Again Candy, arched her back, air now long gone from her
lungs replaced now by the flow of the
mysterious clear liquid. A moment passed and Candy relaxed and once more became
motionless on the floor.
Keira knelt back, to
reveal the womans head, now smoothly encased in clear plastic, her eyes wide
and dancing with fear.
Keira
sighed “I am sorry Selina, I never
meant for you to find out. We have been hunting Candy here ever since she
stowed away on a timeslide jumpship last Galaxy rise. Big prize on her head
from my Mistress. Like she says, she was her favourite after dinner
entertainment”. She stood happy the woman was now comfortable. “Boy did we have
to talk to some scary ladies first
though”.
Somehow Keiras wide
and beautiful smile did not register within Selina Kaplinskys still dumbfounded
mind, Her friends words, making no sense, despite their clarity.
“Don’t worry, the
collectors will deal with this, She will be fine”, A rush of air from outside
distracted the young woman, “And here they are, timeslip power is the future”
“Wha?…what did
she mean, she saw me” Selinas voice returned in a mubbled gasp, “What did she
mean”.
“Fuck knows,
like I say she was on a timeslider, for all I know she saw you on TV years ago”
Freaked and
terrified with Candys words echoing in her head, Selina suddenly over came her
shock and turned on her inappropriate dagger like heels and made a run for the
door, stumbling and tripping.
Slowly rising to
her feet, Selina shook her head, struggling to clear the heavy thickness
clouding her mind from the doorframes impact. The doorframe which was still in
front of her. Suddenly awash with fear , she once more turned to see the woman
Candy, motionless on the floor, her once friend Keira calmly kneeling beside,
whilst beside her stood 2 bizarrely sensual creatures. Clearly female, both
wore full Latex suits, skintight stretched over perfect feminine bodies, high
polished black boots with needle like heels , tightly cinched corsets and long
gauntlet gloves, their faces enclosed within helmets of sleek smooth plastic
with faceplates of mirrored black.
Paralysed Selina watched
as the strange Liquid like women lifted the barely conscious Candy into an open
body bag of smooth black Latex, sealing her inside. A moment passed and the
Latex bag suddenly shrank about its contents, smotheringly tight, melting,
moulding to her every detail, mummifying the girl within, until all that
remained was a perfectly outlined and polished curve of her perfect body.
Moving now without command the bizarre latex figures raised the mummified girl
and as they passed from the room Selina saw the symbol emblazed on the sides of
their helmets, the same symbol as on her ring. The ring banding her finger,
given in friendship, but which now symbolic of betrayal and distrust.
A moments silence
passed, Selina stepped forward, “Keira? What the ….the fuck is going on?”
The young woman did
not reply, she seemed absent, her mind somewhere else.
“Keira! Don’t
ignore me, what? I can’t get my head round this, what is going on?”
Still the young
woman, remained distant, her thoughts now occupied by the small communications
device she cradled in her palm.
“Keira! will
you…..”
“She can’t hear you
Selina, or should that be, I can’t hear you”,
Selina span round
to come face to face with the softly glowing image of an exotically tanned
woman. 6 feet tall, full breasted and long legged in thigh boots possessing
dagger like steel heels, the woman wore a tight fitting deep green Latex
military style uniform, emblazoned at the collar and shoulders with red and
gold insignia, clearly denoting some kind of rank or position. Her ornately
made up eyes, gazing from beneath long jet lashes, seemed coldly impassive yet
hypnotic, whilst her full glossed lips hung in an almost deliberate pout of
distain. “Your displacement device took a heavy bang when you went over, took
me some time to find you. Trouble was you never set a destination or locality,
so you just spilt at the point of impact. Bit heavy, which is why you might
have felt dizzy, but it seems you only hopped 30 minutes back, where as I, have
had to come the long way, 6 months and all fourty eight million earth miles,
from Mars”.
The older woman
just stared, her head and mind lost in confusion. “Who…who the fuck are you?”
“I’m am she you
knew as Keira Watson” The woman’s voice was low and calm in tone and she let
her introduction hang in the air for a long moment, almost revelling in
Selina’s clear confusion. “Though in truth I am Mistress commander Kareena…..
of the Mars republic.”
Selina shook her
head, It was all far more than even her sharp mind could balance out.
“I took the name
and form of Keira Watson from one of our most majesties favourite playthings. A
sweet English girl abducted some years ago, a prized pleasure. Her persona
seemed slightly less….” She paused, selecting her words carfully, “…..
intimidating, than my true form”
The words meant
nothing and had might as well have been in Chinese to Selinas ears and for a
moment she thought of physically
challenging the woman before her. However the desire was quickly lost as, at
that moment, into the room came another of the tall faceless, Latex encased
women, her polished heels clicking on the solid floor. However it was not the presence of this
dangerous looking woman that made Selina recoil, but the creature which
slithered in behind, a revolting mass of liquid glossy black. A Larvalous worm
The creature was
every bit as vile at poor Candy had claimed, but nothing could match the truth
of it, the sleek mirror like oiliness, the disgusting hot rubbery aroma, the
sickening slurping squelch of its slime lubricated movements. It was less worm,
more slug, heavy and fat and as it slithered passed. Clearly disinterested in
her presence, it seemed to pulsate, expanding and collapsing as if breathing,
leaving a trail of wet ooze behind. The older woman tensed, stomach turning,
God it was all real all, of it.
As she watched open
mouthed, the worm slowly moved, its smooth wet body rippled as it’s lipless
drooling mouth quivered, opening slowly, red tendrils, dripping with slime and
bathed in a heavy steam like vapour coiling out. It was a repulsive vision that
filled her stomach with a horror she had never known before, filling her heart
and soul with dread and disgust. However in that moment, that very moment, it became so much worse,
for as she watched, her throat gripped by a silent scream, the creature, the
blob, fluttered wetly and expanded wide before swiftly collapsing down to
momentarily reveal the clear and distinct outline of a woman trapped within.
The breath left
Selina as if she had been struck in the stomach, she first stepped forward and
then retreated, her eyes fixed on the glistening worm as once more it breathed
out to reveal the captives perfect feminine figure, struggling within a coating
of slime, the shape of her hands stretching the Latex skin outward, slipping
and sliding against the membrane of her revolting prison. The bile filled
Selinas mouth, God! Oh God she was awake!
“Believe me
Selina”, The woman said stepping closer, “I did not want this to happen. Not
for one moment. You got as far as your car, nearly made it, but… they are very
quick”.
At first the words
did not register in Selinas head, but the moment they did, they did so with a
catastrophic impact, she stumbled back, turning to the woman’s imposing image.
“Wha? …..what do you mean?”
“To be honest I was
impressed you made it so far in those heels, guess that’s what fear does for
you, but…”, She stopped as a look of genuine horror filled Selinas eyes. Her
understanding of what she was being told now suddenly revealed on her quivering
lips and in her reddening eyes. “Oh dear….”, the Amazonian woman continued, a
cruel smile of delight curling her glossed red lips, “I thought you realised.”
Blinded with
horror, Selina Kaplinsky let out an unearthly strangled cry of panic and
distress, before stumbling uncontrollably forward and crashing to her knees
beside the worm. Heart pounding, mind spinning, she stared in dumbstruck horror
through the darkened gloss of the translucent latex and straight into her own
desperate and terrified face. Her eyes, one moment wide and helpless in a
silent scream for mercy and escape, the next rolled and hooded as if in
ecstasy, lost in the sensations of the worms countless tendrils as they writhed
and slithered over, around and in and out of her slick, oiled body in a
bizarre, yet sensually erotic embrace.
“STOP THIS!”,
Selina’s screamed. Her hands passing like those of a ghost through the vision
before her. “Please Keira, please help me”.
“Sorry but I
can’t”, Kareena said, a near giggle of pleasure in her voice, “I am like you,
we can travel a timeline, but can’t intervene, only observe. So what has
happened has happened and will happen again. It’s fixed. So where as I am
witnessing events from your past Selina, you are witnessing events you have yet
to experience. Quite a thing to know ones future, to know you will be …...”
A bleeping cut
Kareena in mid sentence, she looked to her wrist and to the reclaimed
displacer. “Good that is fixed. So Selina, I have set this to drop you back
just before you hit the door, but because I have your displacer here you will
just keep running”.
Selinas reddened
tear wet eyes widened in shock, “Wha?….what do you mean?”
“Well, just because
you will know what is going to happen to you, doesn’t mean I want you to miss any of it and besides, the
adrenaline of the chase will help you cope with everything else that follows.
As I say, you nearly reach the car”.
Selina shook her
head, her sweat slicked hair in her eyes.
“Oh God No, no”, She choked, her gaze helplessly held by the shocking
sight of her own face, sealed within the worms latex skin, now vanishing
beneath a tide of eager tendrils, flowing slick and wet between her lips to
filling her mouth and throat. She sobbed, “please you can’t …..you can’t . Oh
God Keira please don’t let this happen to me, please you can’t”
“I am sorry, time
must be respected, history can not be altered. I have travelled 6 months and
millions of miles to find you because of it, but know this Selina Kaplinsky”. From
her latex jacket pocket, Kareena carefully removed and held up a tiny crystal
bottle, capped with a jewelled stopper. “In all that time, you have traveled with me and kept me
warm”.
The End?
And so our little Treehouse of terror comes to an end, or
rather a new beginning for the poor cocooned Selina Kaplinsky. However as you
contemplate her fate, happy and safe in your homes, remember my words at the
beginning of this tale, that this tale is all true…mostly. For although we have
taken the artistic liberty to embellish certain elements, I must clearly state
that the tapes made in our story by both
Selina and the so named Keira Watson were in truth discovered in a shack
outside Los Angles some 5years ago and contain each and every detail retold by
the character of Candy. So beware my happy reader for out there, beyond our
sight, is a world to which you could ,at any moment, be taken, slipping from
our existence into a new life of Latex, of Bondage, of Sexual slavery…..or even
perhaps, of so much worse.
So happy dreams
my friends and remember to watch the skies………
