0 comments/ 3526 views/ 3 favorites Womb Soul Mate By: cowboy109 A cold gust fingered into the crowd. The solemn people huddled closer together. Their scratchy wool coats were touching each other. Another person shuffled into the forty person elevator. He stepped in firmly. Cautious to the touch, the front line shuffled a few inches back. The second line shuffled a couple inches back. The ripple effect made everyone shuffle a little bit. The guard with the trim uniform, leather band diagonally across his chest, and round hat whistled. He pushed the mesh fence door closed and swung the big lever across to lock the door. His eyes looked steely cold at the control room window. He had a thick mustache, which was his pride of individual expression in this glum world. He whistled again. A safety horn tooted. The big wheel above the elevator jumped an inch, when the brake was released. The eerie sound of the two inch thick steel cable singing under the pressure began. Lithia always felt a chill in her bones listening to that sound. It felt ghostly. It felt like the cable was strained with otherworldly pain. The slowness of it made her fear that the strings bundled into the cable may individually get overstretched and break. The sound would mute itself once they got deeper into the ground. "Lithia," Morticia tucked on Lithia's coat and whispered, "Remember to steal coal again tonight." The men and women in the mine elevator were dressed in gray wool pants and coats. They had cotton masks over their faces, so that only their eyes peeked out impersonally. The formerly white cotton masks were dark gray. Over their heart, they displayed the red and yellow logo of the mining company: Three lions caught in mid-jump. There was a general silence. They watched the exposed rock walls rise as they went deeper. The platform would hit a bump every once in a while and jerk. They caught the jerk with a swift bent in the knee and stoic faces like cattle that didn't participate in their own lives' anymore. "Talon was ordered to mine under the East shaft in Falcon Mountain again. He lied for us. He said that there was no coal. It's full of coal. I know. We have to save enough money for a pick and a shovel. And we'll start our own mining company. We are the ones that will get out of here," Morticia carefully whispered into Lithia's ear so that none of the body-to-body-close bystanders could hear her. An uproar of angry male screams erupted on the other side of the elevator. The crowd pushed with panic. Lithia and Morticia were pressed hard against the bodies lining the wall. It was hard to fill the lungs, because even pushing back those one or two inches against the big male bodies was hard. Lithia's face was pushed into a scruffy, dirty wool coat. The wool scratched her cheeks. Her face was quickly dashed with wool soot. Only her blond hair in a ponytail was still vaguely clean. A single male found himself in a circle of avoidance. A big splotch of wet was on the ground in front of him. His arms were waving around helplessly. There was no place to go for him. He had spontaneously ejaculated. The other men were terrified to get infected with Muttonia. Muttonia was a disease very much like a cold that easily passed from person to person by the dispersal of the virus in bodily fluids. It also affected the diseased for about a week or two only. However, the spread was rapid in the crowded places. And rather than affecting the sufferer with sneezes and snot, it caused spontaneous ejaculations, which were of course rather inconvenient in the crowded mining spaces. Women could not contract the disease. In tense silence, the elevator passed the one hundred yard marker, that plaque of metal with the white numbers. The chill was gone from the air. One could feel the warmth of the deep earth seeping through the raft of wood planks on the ground. Slow whispers began among the people as the guard and oversight faded in the distance above ground. Another ejaculation happened. Another herd stampede that pushed everyone the other direction. The men were in panic and grumbled angrily about the packed working conditions. The women were pressed by the big male bodies. A young lad wiped his pants in panic. He had been hit by stray ejaculate. The two hundred yard plaque passed. "Do you remember being kids riding the swing under the apple tree? And the sun shone on our faces. It felt so good," dreamed Morticia. "I forget. It's like a memory that is drifting away. When I go to sleep, I don't remember how the mine shafts are. In the morning, when I come back down here, all the memories of the heat, sweat, and coal dust come back. When I look in your face, I can see in the glow that you are back in the garden. I can't go there anymore. I remember the day like a faded fact. I can't feel it anymore," said Lithia. Five hundred and fifty yards under the ground, the elevator raft hit the ground. It was so deep that one could feel the breathing of the earth as if she were alive. The surface was a distant place, unreachable. A tension tightened around the solar plexus, like a band, of being trapped down here. A mental voice silently whispered to each one: "Don't panic. Panic doesn't get you out of here. Only calm, patience for the escape vehicle gets you out of this trap." The boots knocked over the elevator planks. Sweat drops here or there formed on foreheads. The sweat pearls were black from the coal dust that had already settled on their faces. The hot earthen air was standing. They shuffled past the lockers filled with shovels and picks. They grabbed one each. The guards never came down here into the danger and dirt. Every miner knew their assignments. The main tunnel branched out into spurs. Miner pairs disappeared into them. The slow shuffling crowd stretched out into fast legged ones and bumbling fat ones in the back. Lithia's eyes followed the wagon tracks. There was something calming and predictable about anticipating the next plank under the iron track or the next gap in between two iron beams. It provided a sense of moving forward. They turned left. It was Lithia's and Morticia's spur: Gazelle canyon. They were by themselves. Only the electric hand light was flickering in the rough mining shaft. To save money, there were no wood beams for support. The claw marks of the pick were evident in the walls. "It wasn't always like this. Everyone was so happy about the Confederate Party rising to power fifteen years ago. They promised to lower taxes. They promised to keep foreign workers out. And now, we are here in the mining camp imprisoned. 90% of the population got enslaved to do menial and hard labor, because we blocked foreign workers and imports. My mom wanted me to become a ballerina. Every day, I practiced for hours. And now all the graze and flexibility is gone by shuffling coal for years for 14 hours a day," complained Morticia. "I wanted to be a computer scientist. I loved reading books and thinking. Now, the mining company has banned books for miners. It would distract us too much, make us unsatisfied. I always used to be so clumsy that I'd bruise myself down here. They didn't care. They kept stuffing me down here every day. Now, I'm an expert in reading coal markings to estimate the shift and approach angle. Ha! I never cared about knowing those things," Lithia said joining the complaining. Morticia peeled out of her coat and pants. Only wearing a still white wife beater shirt and white cotton panties, she stood in her big, black miner boots. Here in the remoteness of the dig site, they had privacy. And the underground heat was a heavy plague. Sweat pearls were already running down the groove of her spine. So, they always stripped down. Morticia had the lean body of a twenty-five year old, who did constant labor and didn't have a minute to set on fat. Her belly was trim with the navel button flush to her skin. Her breasts were full. The panties cut diagonally across her round, muscular ass. Her calves were strong and round from lifting coal bags over head. Her hair was red and fiery in big curls -- making her look almost like a lion. Lithia was smaller and skinnier. She had small boobs and a determined face. She was a bit nerdy. Her movements were a little quirky. Sweat was already glistening all over her body in underwear. Dark coal lines from bumping into the wall and the dirty shovel grip touching her were already marked on her. Her eyes had a blue sparkle that suggested an animated and vivid imagination on the inside. Morticia got on her bare knees. She pushed the pick into the knee high tunnel. Then she lay flat and crawled into the tunnel. They were digging a lead into the mountain to lay a charge. The charge would shatter the mountain. And then they could shuffle out the hard rock and separate the coal. With their pick alone, they would merely dent the rock. Morticia lead with a pick. Lithia followed with the shovel. Lithia would push all the debris out of the lead. Tock, tock, Morticia swung the pick hard from her lying position. Her deltoids flash bulged with each swing. She was strong. Lithia was more of a runner as she grabbed the head sized loosened rock and moved it out of the lead crawling backwards. Waiting for Morticia to work her pick in a circle around the next rock, Lithia asked, "Have you ever considered the other options of getting out of here? There is a paper above ground at the guard station." "You mean sell my organs and live on life support for the rest of my life? Or do you mean to change career to shark wrestler? They give you a knife and a Speedo. That's it. Then they send you out harvesting shark fin. Life here is hard. Though, I prefer the longevity of this job," replied Morticia every five seconds her voice shaking from the impact of the pick. "What about becoming a handkerchief? Rich people and ministers get Muttonia. And they like having a woman to sneeze into. So, if they are in high society meetings, they can be presentable. It can't be that bad. You get to dress in fine clothes to blend in with high society. They teach you how to speak, so that you seem respectable. It makes the sneezing more respectable," asked Lithia. "Fat chance of that! Your female parts have to be an exact match for one of 537 people who are royal enough to afford a handkerchief girl. If a guy comes inside of you, the vagina doesn't hold onto anything. As soon as he pulls out his dick, the whole thing splatters on the ground. His dick has to perfectly reach your womb, so that the dick tip penetrates your womb. And then the ejaculate is retained inside of your womb. One in a thousand women is a perfect enough match. That's why they call them womb soul mates," explained Morticia. "Some people say that such a match is meta-physical. It's like the universe made a pair of you and scattered you across the world. And your whole life's mission is to find each other. They say that being of such a match is like having royal blood. Such a person has a destiny, a unique place in human history," dreamed Lithia. "You gotta stop listening to the superstitious yarn of the women. I tell you if we can smuggle enough coal out to buy us a shovel and pick, we can start our own mining company. I know way better where to dig than those lofty engineers that run the mining company. They never come down here. I can feel the mountains here. From inhaling all that coal, the mountain is running through my blood." The rickety-rickety-rag of an unbalanced wheel echoed a thousand times bouncing from one wall to the other. "Quick get out, Talon is coming!" cried Morticia. Both of them scrambled backwards. Their knees were running left and right. Their arms were pushing back as fast as they could. Jumping out of the lead, they grabbed their pants and wool jackets. With smitten faces and messy hair, they leaned cooly against the wall and smiled under their masks in the direction of the main shaft. The smile was visible on their cheeks and in the twinkle of their eye. Talon, a tall twenty something lad, pushed a metal lorry in front of himself. He walked at a casual pace with a swagger. His wool jacket was open and made him look almost classy. He had a beret hat that he wore sideways for style. He had full eyebrows that were carefully shaped. "Hey ladies, got any rocks for me?" He smiled charmingly. "I want you to put a rock on my finger," flirted Morticia. "Would this one do?" asked Talon with a smirk. He held up a fist sized granite rock. "Listen, I've got a secret. You can't tell anyone. It's life or death. The guys from my boarding house are planning an escape from the mining company. We are building a vertical shaft in the far North quadrant. We think it's outside of the wild land that they patrol. Everyone is putting away a tenth of their charge to use for the escape. That way, it's not too obvious. We simply claim that the rock has become harder and the charges bite less. We need a lot of charges. It's 1,000 vertical yards under that mountain. That's part of the scam. I don't think they'd ever expect us to dare such a bold endeavor without engineering support. That's their blind spot. It's risky. But freedom is worth it! So can I have your rocks and a tenth of your charge?" asked Talon. "Sure," said Lithia. The tall lad disappeared into the black of the spur pushing a heavier load and a secret hidden under the rocks. Lithia gazed at the swagger in his gait and the strong butt, "How I'd love to sneak up to him and his buddies to catch them with their coats down in their underwear, all sweaty and manly. I'd give a kingdom to squeeze those butt cheeks double fisted in both hands." Lithia looked into the dark tunnel with a dreamy face. The girls slipped out of their wool clothes again. Their movements had slowed to slow and steady, a little worn from the heavy work. They crawled back into the lead tunnel. "We'll have to make the lead longer to compensate for the reduced charge. To get it perfect, the charge should be so deep that a thin wall remains standing. It should be thin enough for us to knock it over with the pick." They got lost in their mundane labor in the world, where the clock doesn't move and the ceiling knows neither day nor night. The sound of another lorry approaching arose. This time it was rickety-rickety-rag-rag. "Lunch," exclaimed Lithia. They scrambled back out. Only this time, they took their time. They didn't bother getting dressed. They only bothered getting out in time with their grimy half-naked bodies. A jolly, round woman rang the copper bell affixed to the cart. "Nourishing lunch for hard working ladies," cheered Marley, a forty year old mine mother. Her face was gnarled with furrows from age. Her hair was graying and swiveled into buns. "We've got split pea soup and winter squash rice today. For a nickel, you can buy a piece of pie as desert. For a little kiss, I'll tell you a secret." Lithia kissed Marley on the check with five furrows. The skin was so thick from the rough conditions in the mine for decades. Marley glowed happiness at the little gesture of affection. Then her eyes widened and she waved her arms to take the young women into a huddle under her wings. "The president has been assassinated. They don't know who it was. But everyone is sure that the rebels are gaining strength. The Confederate Party is scared. They are holding elections out here near the mine camp. They think that they can better protect the party leaders in this remote forest land. They are moving tanks and military equipment into position. The handkerchief recruiters have arrived as well. There is a train carriage detached on the tracks. They hold interviews in there," shared Marley. "The mine company doesn't like it. Once you are within sight of the train carriage, the federal guards protect you. However, there was one girl that was overheard by a guard about talking about going there. She was flogged in public. They hung her over the elevator shaft as a warning. She is suspended from her wrists. She's been crying all day. It's horrible hearing the poor babe cry." "Still girls are trying out. I know at least ten girls that went. None of them were a match for a party penis. They risked it all for nothing. Over my lifetime, I've seen these pricks come out here for trials. One lucky soul wins. Everyone else eats dust. They are mind games. I tell you girls not to even think about it. They get your hopes up. They distract you for a while from what life in the mine is like. It's better to ignore those things," concluded Marley darkly. "So, how about a pie? It's only a nickel!" "Thank you for the news. We are poor girls. We'll take the soup and rice," replied Morticia. Marley portioned their ration. "You gotta live a little, have some pie," mumbled Marley. After Marley disappeared with her rattling cart, Morticia told Lithia sternly, "Don't even think about it. I've heard the fables of rags to riches of handkerchief girls. It's not true. It's simply some old guy putting his virus ridden jizz inside of you, so he looks better while talking to a medal covered general. They pay you well. However, he will only see a cum bucket in you, not a Cinderella." "Oh, only to walk in those guilded rooms. To smell the fumes of wine that has been cultivated by experts and matured for a decade, to see the delightful appetizers, the little cheese boats with an olive on a pick, to walk in a rich ruffle dress with my face all pretty in makeup, that would be enough payment for me. Most of all, I miss the words. The people here forget the delicious words. All day, I hear pick, shovel, and charge. To hear someone talking about boreal canopy and existential angst, to hear each vowel pronounced precisely, that's what I miss more than anything," gushed Lithia. "You heard what Marley said. If the mining company hears you talk like that, they'll beat the dreams out of you. They only care about how much coal you get out each day. That handkerchief business means that they lose a worker," educated Morticia soberly. The warm food felt good in the belly. The muscles in the limbs were already weakening from the heavy work. Sitting down was a wonderful respite. They sat in silence, each spinning their own dream. One dreamt about starting her own mine. The other dreamt about gilded rooms and society. The working shift was fourteen long, grueling hours. The lead was only half way deep. Their muscles were shaking from exhaustion. The horn blowed and echoed for a whole minute. They were allowed to come back. They put on their wool clothes. They arranged their hair. There was no sense in wiping their dirty faces with dirty rags. They dragged their tired heels down the shafts. The shafts combined. The crowd swelled. Like every evening, a long rush hour crowd formed in front of the elevator. The elevator rumbled slowly up and down only taking forty people at a time. After half hour of patient waiting, it was their turn. They shuffled with mini-steps in the slow moving crowd into the elevator. After yard marker 200, there was a hissing sound in the air. Next something small hit people in the center and knocked against the floor as people scattered. A female voice distorted by echoes of the shaft begged, "Forgive me, I couldn't hold it in any longer." Then the foul smell of piss followed. The people were stoic with anger on their face. A young woman muttered "poor thing." Lithia clutched the two coal pieces in either coat pocket harder, the dangerous contraband. When the elevator reached the surface, they saw the young woman hanging from the structure that held the big elevator wheel. The clothes had been torn off her. Large whip marks ran across her face. The wrists were tight over her head and hanging from a hook. Tears had carved rivers in her soot-covered face. The guards swung their night sticks to hit the palm of their own hand with a loud smashing sound to remind the miners of the guard's power. Womb Soul Mate The glum, gray, and dirty crowd shuffled through the guard house. They separated by gender to form a line in front of the gender separated shower houses. A wooden fence separated the two entrances. The women unbuttoned their coats and pants. The laundry worker collected the outer wear and intimates into piles. When Morticia handed the laundry worker her stack of clothing, Morticia squeezed the laundry workers hand. The laundry worker winked and put the clothes with the hidden coal pieces onto the pile of damaged clothing. The women stood naked in a long line. Their bodies looked like meat, like cattle, a bunch of limbs and muscles -- no sexiness or élan, simply bodies stripped of clothing. Lithia stepped into the shower house. A pipe was above the entrance with holes in the pipe. It rained a curtain of water down. The first layer of dirt ran down Lithia's body in little rivers that changed their course down her body like an impatient cat tail. She stood under the rain for a few seconds until the naked butt in front of her took a step forward. The hot, steamy air welcomed her. Hard, hygienic tiles lined the room. There was a pipe going up, over, and down around her, like a door frame. The pipe had nozzles attached on the side that sprayed a hard water jet that was almost piercingly painful. The jets scrubbed her skin deeper. Still some coal marks were impervious to water. They were too deep in her skin. She waited patiently. The jets shifted the pressure points on her body, when she moved her wait to the other leg. The next step was the bubble machine. A fan was mounted like a gun that could have spit a tennis ball. Big bubbles of soap flew into the air. Lithia closed her eyes. The soap would have burned. The bubbles nestled all over her body. She could feel the soft pops of bubbles bursting all over her skin. She reached out her left hand to hold onto the naked woman's shoulder in front of her to be guided with her eyes closed. Her free hand lathered the soap all over her body into the hidden spots like her arm pits, her ass crack, and her pussy. In a way, the closed eyes gave her the mental privacy of her own room to touch herself in those private places. Another step forward and she could feel Morticia's hand on her own shoulder. She listened to the metal sound of a bucket filling overhead. The sound first rung high as the empty bucket walls reverberated. As the bucket filled, the sound became heavier. Suddenly, a huge splash of water hit her head. Her lungs inhaled air sharply. She full body twitched. She gasped for air. The bucket had reached its tipping point. The soap film was gone from her body. She stepped to the edge of the small pool with the narrow steps. It was filled with pink liquid, disinfectant. A shower worker stood tall at the edge of the pool, dressed in a heavy rubber apron and big rubber boots. The shower worker held a long stick with a mop at the end. Lithia stepped down the stairs. Before the mop like stick could press her head under water, she voluntarily went under. The disinfectant had to work its way into the hair to kill potential lice. After ten seconds, the broom tapped her on the head to signal that she could come out again. She climbed back out on the other side. Pink liquid was running down her body. She smelled like a freshly cleaned floor. A final shower stream rinsed off the disinfectant. She toweled herself dry and picked up a fresh set of clothing from the racks that had the standard issue clothing separated by sizes. She stepped into the night air with her friend. The stars were up, so much clearer than in her youth. There was scarce lighting over the camp. The night sky glowed brighter. "I have to go," hissed Lithia intently to Morticia. Lithia pushed Morticia hard from excitement and physical readiness. A guard with a German Shepard Dog on a tight metal chain looked at the outburst among the softly moving women towards their boarding houses. The GSD perked up its ears with full focus. The eyes were steely trained on Lithia looking for any twitch on Lithia's body. Lithia broke out in a sprint. She ran away from the women. She ran for the corner of the administrative building. Behind that corner, she would be out of sight. She was a runner. She was skinny and light. She had always liked running. Her whole being was trained to pushing her legs backward as fast as she could. The boots were heavy on her body. "Hold," yelled the guard. Next she heard the metal click of the chain unlocked. The GSD let out a growl that instinctively scared her down to the bone marrow. Then the GSD focused all of its energy on swiftly and silently touching its paws on the ground selectively, while its body flew through the air. Lithia's feet skidded in the loose gravel, when she cornered the administrative building. Ahead of her was the floodlight lit expanse of the train yard. On the other side was the singularly parked train carriage. It was a hundred yards out. The GSD was ten yards away from chewing its 300 lbs bite pressure through her ankles. "Hold your dog, or I'll shoot it! You know it's against federal law to prevent anyone from getting here," a strong male voice hollered a cross the train yard. The man had federal police insignia, a tight, leather uniform, and most importantly a shiny, modern looking rifle trained at the GSD behind Lithia. "Bella, here," yelled the guard with a grim face. The GSD almost did a barrel roll, when it tried to change direction 180 degrees mid-air. Lithia slowed her sprint to a jog. She suddenly felt unsure if the federal captivity would be any better than the mining camp captivity. As she approached the federal police officer, she could tell from the finer features and crisper uniform that he was much more educated and refined. He helped her step up on the balcony of the train carriage. The train carriage was custom made. It had windows like a house. It was made from red-painted layers of wood, almost like blockhouse. The federal police officer leather gloved hand knocked on the door and opened it for Lithia. The inside of the room was filled with cabinets and a desk. Two female government workers were wearing white coats. There was a little screen in the corner for changing clothes. There was a fireplace behind boxes of paper. Apparently, this had been a leisure carriage that was converted for official business. One of the white coated workers stopped her activity with a vanilla folder. "Hi, I'm Entropy. Sorry for the hassle that the mining company thugs were giving you. Your voluntarism for your country is heroic. Let me tell you what you are applying for. There are a lot of false rumors going around." "As you know, Muttonia is going around. It's a relatively harmless medical condition like a cold. Most males get three to four cases of different Muttonia strains each year. The spontaneous ejaculations are a side effect of the affliction. That's how it spreads so fast. It is also rather uncivilized to ejaculate in public, especially if it hits someone else. Otherwise, it is relatively harmless for citizens." "Our party leadership has a unique problem with the ejaculations. They contain functioning semen. Should the rebels get a hold of only a drop of semen, they could impregnate a lot of rebel women with it. With custody battles and claims to power, these bastards could threatened the stability of our country. So, we hire what we call 'royal receptacles,' women like yourself. You stay close with your designated important person at all times. When they have the first twitch of an oncoming ejaculation, they quickly burrow their penis inside of you." "Here is the catch. His penis and your vagina have to perfectly match. The tip of his penis has to penetrate into your womb. The womb is a good storage vessel. Over a night, you may get ten ejaculations in there. There is plenty of space to hold it. At the end of the night, a sanitation team will carefully flush you out to clean away ever last sperm cell." "The job is pretty easy. Simply stay close. You have to pretend to be educated to avoid embarrassment for your person. See if people could tell that he is sick, they might not want to talk to him. For political reasons, it's important to make connections, especially during a time like these, where the whole power structure is being renegotiated." Lithia's eyes drifted through the room to seize up what expected her. There was a big bulbous green ornamental lantern that hung in the center of the room. It had gold bands run across it to hold it in place. A pink ruby hang square center at the bottom. It doused a yellow half-light. The room had an old charm from the bits and pieces that were collected from a more prosperous era. A flicker of style poked out of the light switches that were crafted steel art pieces. The windows not only had curtains but also a valance. There were also medical devices among the elegance. There was a stand with wheels. It had tubes, cables, and a monitor attached. There were a cabinet with many small clear plastic drawers. It seemed to contain syringes and the like. There was a Styrofoam cup filled with wooden spatulas. There were vanilla folders that discreetly hid the private informations on the white pages inside. "What is your name, child?" Entropy looked straight at Lithia. The half-height glasses on Entropy's nose were pulled lower, so that those intensely and acutely eyes could stare right into Lithia's heart. A delicate metal chain ran from the arms of the glasses around Entropy's back of her neck. That was so that she could hang the glasses from her neck. "My name is Lithia." Lithia crossed her legs. The comfort of her thighs hugging was welcome. Lithia could feel Entropy's eyes glance over Lithia's body. Entropy's trained medical eyes could see things that nobody else would see. Entropy was used to upraising bodies and noticing the little hints of disease and injury. "What is your height and weight?" continued Entropy. Entropy had a white coat thrown over a stiff skirt and blouse dress. Beneath the white coat, she made the impression of a mother puttering around the house and tending to plants with a watering can and a trimming knife. The white coat and focused eyes were something that she seemed to pull on. It didn't seem like her true nature. "5" 5' and 98 lbs." Lithia didn't know why. Yet, when she rolled off the last vowels, she let her lips and tongue linger with the mouth gaping open and the tip of the tongue touching her pink lips. It was a mix of feeling unsure, of being put on the pedestal, and of suddenly feeling sensual for no rational reason at all. Humans have the strangest reactions to the strangest experiences. It's like the human evolutionary trained brain doesn't know what to do and throws random behavior patterns out to try to find one that works. "How is your health?" -- "Good." "Heart issues?" -- "None." "Diabetes?" -- "No." "Bowel movement?" -- "Every day in the morning." The steel tip of the Entropy's pen tapped on the metal clipboard softened by three pads of paper. Lithia was almost in a trance rattling out the intimate secrets of her body like a fountain. All hesitation had gone as she freely talked. "Do you have any contact with rebel elements?" The litany of questions had come to an abrupt halt. Lithia's pulse quickened. Did Talon's escape plan count as a rebel element? Entropy's hand was under the table, probably holding a silent alarm button. Would they question her? She'd never want to betray Morticia's freedom plan by stealing a coal lump every day. She had never been interrogated. Wouldn't they get any information out of her that they wanted? Wasn't she naked? Naked like an exotic dancer in front of a cobra. Any break in the hypnotizing dance would have the cobra snap forward and pump instantly deadly venom into the dancer. "No." From Entropy's facial expression, Lithia could tell that she had taken unusually long to answer. "Don't worry about it child. It's a perfunctory question. We'll connect a monitor directly to your nervous system to review your memories. Remember, everyone does little petty crimes. We won't trust you with any secrets. You are merely a bucket for cum in a sensitive place. We want to know if you'd put on an explosive jacket for the rebels. We don't care if you stole a piece of bread at dinner. Please, undress behind the screen for your medical exam." Lithia got up from the chair. She had to carefully navigate around the desk and piled boxes in the narrow train carriage. The second white coat in the carriage got up from her chair, so that Lithia could get behind the white screen. The second white coat had been scribbling notes into papers in a vanilla folder. The second white coat hadn't said a single word. The space behind the screen was cramped. There was only two feet between the wall and the screen. Lithia couldn't bend forward to pull her panties down. She had to carefully bend sideways and lift her feet out of the panties. It was considered to have a privacy screen compared to the crudeness of the mining camp. It reminded her of being a little girl. The podiatrist had bend over and held a red lollipop for her with a smile. There was a giraffe dancing on the coat of the podiatrist. Lithia had smiled at it. The warmth of that time of being cared for flashed into her mind -- a time long gone. She had talked into the stethoscope of the doctor. Her mom had laughed at it. They carefully got her to swallow the spoonful of vaccination. And that's all they had wanted from her. Lithia stepped out from behind the screen. The half-light of the carriage and single light source, painted big shadows on her. Her pokey breasts left shadows of blackness. Her sex disappeared into darkness. She didn't feel quite naked. Entropy already had blue Nitrile gloves on. The blue hands touched Lithia on the shoulder to guide her to the center of the room. It felt as if Entropy wanted to make sure that Lithia didn't run. Lithia had her back to the wall. In between two large windows was a strip of solid wall from the floor to the ceiling. There were many rope bits, hooks, and rings attached to the wall. A shiny metal piece was in Entropy's hand. It was shaped like a U. The metals was shiny. The green lantern and yellow curtains reflected in it. It was as thick as a finger. One end was round. The other had an O-ring. Entropy squeezed a cloudy, translucent jell onto two outstretched fingers. She molded the gel. The gel had a way of being stiff. The finger tips left imprints behind. Then, Entropy smeared it over the round end of the metal piece. Lithia was caught in a trancelike curiosity watching her first exam in years. "Bend over for me, please," asserted Entropy with everyday usualness. Lithia complied. The next moment, he hook slipped through her anal orifice. She felt the cold inside of her. A strong parasympathetic reaction had her gasp for. Lithia felt so strongly about protesting that only air burst out of her lungs as thought and words were overlapping: "Ah -- ah -- ah." "This may be a little cold. It should warm quickly." The words were meant to be soothing. The idea of having a piece of metal in her ass was anything but, especially as the rational thoughts rushed in telling her that she had indeed a metal hook in her asshole. The blue gloved hand pressed against Lithia's décolleté to make a step back. Lithia complied, to aghast on how to deal with the first violation to even realize that she was being pushed around. Entropy was working swiftly before Lithia would fully come to her senses. A double hooked nose hook was placed in Lithia's nose. It was another shiny metal device with a loop at the end. A twine was attached to the loop and run center over Lithia's head. Lithia's nostrils were pulled up. The black holes of her nostrils grew to give her the little piggy look. Entropy quickly ran the twine down to the O-ring of the ass hook. She connected the two to be perfectly taut. A jolt of a millimeter that felt like the jolt of a magnitude 9 earthquake. The hooks were rounded yet sensitively inside of her bowels and nostrils. Obedient like a little lamb, Lithia shifted her body weight instantly to any little tug on the string behind her back. "Please, step on your toes," asked Entropy. Overly obedient, Lithia rose almost too fast. Yet, the hard, shiny metal in her precisely slowed her. The rope was tied to the wall behind her. Her hands and feet were completely free. Yet, Lithia had never felt that paralyzed. "We had problems with squirmers before. The human mind is ingenious. We've never had squirming problems after employing these trappings. It's quite ingenious." Entropy pulled a little tray on wheels closer. It held a white box with many little compartments. Each compartment was filled with needles. Entropy rolled an acupuncture needle between her thumb and forefinger. "We'll start you with 0.3 millimeter Japanese steel." The tip of the needle was placed against Lithia's forehead. Lithia's eyes opened wide. The white of her eyes was clearly visible. They eyes crossed to see the needle on her forehead. The pupils were big and black just as those nostrils that gave her a pig like fear stare. With utter silence, Lithia took the tap to the back of the needle that drove the tip of it into her skin. Her whole body twitched. She could feel the hyper sensitive hook inside the mucous membranes of her bowels and inside her nostrils. She stiffened to freeze her own movement. "I'll hook those monitors up later," said Entropy, while pointing at a screen that had a bundle of thin cables tied to the side. "This will let us connect directly into your nervous system. The human body is like a hard drive. It simply requires the right interface." The next needle went into her cheek. And then one in the opposite cheek. "The human body has an electromagnetic field around it. Every cable or nerve creates a disturbance in the electromagnetic field. We simply put antennas all over your body to read these disturbances. And then a computer calculates the origin of those waves. It's kind of like triangulating a position with three readings. Only this is done at a much finer level and with millions of nerves at the same time." The needles kept popping into Lithia's body. Lithia could feel a tingle all over her skin. It was like a massage. She'd feel her skin tighten a little in one spot. And then a feeling like goose bumps would chase over her skin outwards in a circle. The occasional sweat drop ran down her naked skin. The tension of staying perfectly in place had her tighten all her muscles, which heated her. Feeling a needle pierce into a stiff muscle was almost relaxing. Entropy took a little brown bottle with a white medical label. Lithia could not read the small print. Entropy dipped a cotton ball to the tip of the bottle and flicked the bottle head over. Then Entropy swiped the cotton ball on Lithia's nipple. Green drops were left behind in the tiny grooves of Lithia's brown nipple. A needle followed. Lithia did the best to glimpse at her nipple. Yet, the nose hook kept Lithia from tipping her head forward. Every little tip, she could feel pulling on her ass, which made her push out her ass in delicate sensitivity. "This is a hallucinogenic. You should be feeling really good very quickly. The needle pushed it directly into your blood stream," explained Entropy. The green liquid and needle followed into her other nipple. A relaxing feeling overcome Lithia. She felt drowsy, relaxed, and happy about the whole situation. The tenderness in the hook melted into warm stimulation. There are a million nerve endings in the anus. They were all pleasurably stimulated now. Entropy squatted down. Her fingers pressed Lithia's vagina lips apart with medical matter of fact. The index finger and thumb pulled the hood back from the clitoris. Lithia realized how wet she was down there. With the warm relaxing drug rolling through her body, she pressed her clitoris against the doctor's fingers. The hook in the ass was only a warm stimulation, no longer stirring sensitivity. Womb Soul Mate "Yeah, that's what happens once the drug is administered. That's why I wait until the last moment with it." Those were the last words of the doctor, before the green liquid was delivered into Lithia's clitoris with a 0.3 millimeter needle puncture. The tingles chasing across Lithia's skin became more intense. Lithia had to close her eyes. And she felt colors wash around like tie-dye. Vaguely like with the distance of the planet Saturn, she felt the doctor needling the side of her vagina in the groove. The tingling felt happy. "Please, put more needles into my pussy," begged Lithia. Then she drifted into unconsciousness. When Lithia got a clear look again, she saw the lake behind her parent's house in Florida. There was a big tree with a swing. She found herself paddling in the water. It was summer. The humid heat was oppressive. The water was fresh and clear. She had her pink bikini on. She did a roll in the water and ended up floating on her back watching the clouds chase across the sky. "Come out of the water! There are alligators!" That was the voice of her mom coming from the kitchen window. "But mom, dad installed an alligator net. I'm safe!" "He did that in 2037." "Where am I?" Lithia cried out in desperate confusion. The idyllic piece raptured into frightening confusion. "You are in 2035," said the cold re-assuring voice of Entropy. Lithia opened her startled eyes. She found her body covered in a hundred needles. Each one was running a skinny cable to a monitor on a stand. "Push another needle. She is coming around," said the voice of the second white coat, whom Lithia hadn't heard speak before. Lithia vaguely felt a needle pierce her body. It felt so distance that the needle might as well have pierced Venus. And then darkness enveloped her consciousness again. When she came to, she was in the college computer science lab. The lazy fall afternoon sun of Chicago broke through the few windows in the concrete slab of a room. She held the lab key in her hand. The feeling of pride swelled in her heart. She had been trusted to enter the lab on her own at any time of the day and night. Her daddy hadn't believed that she was cut out for a computer science program. She wanted to become a programmer and make cool mobile apps. As Lithia looked closer, she saw a head of curly hair and thick rimmed glasses that were patched with tape. Breathing heavily with red cheeks, Aaron was looking at her. She remembered Aaron had always stayed late with her. He had always brought quarters in case she needed change. She was always too busy learning for-loops. Years later, she had realized that he had a crush on her and was too shy to say so. Her heart melted remembering that realization and how badly she had wanted to tell him, "Kiss me!" "Kiss me!" Aaron didn't move. She yelled again "Kiss me!" In desperation, because he was frozen like a paused VHS tape: "Kiss me, god damn it!" "She is as petty boring as the rest of those miner girls," said the second white coats voice coldly. Lithia felt another needle and drifted away again.