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Subject: {ASSM} "Seven-Eleven" (F, tentacles, bdsm) {A. Kitten}
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Date: Tue,  6 Apr 2004 07:10:02 -0400
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A. Kitten: "Seven-Eleven" (F, tentacles, bdsm)

Jamie's new Master was trying, she knew. But why couldn't he remember
to close their curtains? If he couldn't keep those windows hidden, even
being tied her in her favorite position before she went to sleep
wasn't going to help any.

The thought of waking him didn't even cross her mind. Once the
moonlight awakened her, there was only one thing to be done. She
joined the stream of spiders and other, less identifiable creatures
crawling out of their bed, rising gracefully out of her sleeping body,
pausing briefly to let moonlight wash over her bare breasts. When she
turned toward their bedroom door, silvery light had soaked into her
shape, weaving a heavy net of rusty metal that followed each of her
shifting lines. Heavy rings connected the larger links of the longer
lengths to a fractal mesh of ever-finer connections.

The scurrying mass of black shapes swarmed and swirl with her movement
across the room, piling one on top of another until they were the size
and shape of the closed door. Their living tower feel against its
frame and its wooden barrier, a silent annihilation reaction clearing
her way. Another ankle-deep army flew past her into the hall.

Soon, she stood bare to the open night.

**

She did not wonder at the city's emptiness, the absence of cars and
their human pets. Like her, those creatures who made their home in
moonlight had no use for those things.

A human world dreamed of raining, but their storm parted where she
walked through, fat droplets twisting desperately out of the
shimmering column of clear air surrounding her solitary figure.
Although slowed by her bonds' weight, she made steady progress,
feeling a constant tug from her unknown destination.

She'd been asleep long enough now that her body was forgetting to
exist. Swathes of skin faded in and out as she reminded herself of
their existence. Large patches were entirely invisible, their form
discernible only from the shape of the metal links they supported. The
chains around her feet and lower legs flashed hotter and redder where
they were sprayed by steps through deeper puddles.

Finally, she arrived, discovering her destination to be a burnt out
streetlight on an unremarkable corner. She stopped in front of the
dirty window of a run down shop. A neon sign had announced "Pluto's"
until her accidental glance extinguished its light.

"Hello?" she didn't call. Nothing answered. She shrugged and prodded
an especially foul looking puddle with her left foot's skeletal toes.
Then, standing back, she waited.

A world narrowed. A wave rose out of nowhere and raced the suddenly
endless length of the puddle, breaking over her. Her shape was worn
away, melting into nothing. Obscenely filthy water fell back to the
pavement.

There was a peculiar sensation of moving in a direction no one could
be aware of when not moving in it, and--

**

Jamie reformed awareness curled naked at the bottom of a cement walled
chamber. Of course, she had actually been naked before, underneath her
weighty bondage. But *now*....

In one sweep she took in and dismissed slime-coated curving walls and
the deep shadows playing across them, focusing on the rusty grate in
the ceiling.

"Where are my chains?" she whispered. Shadows gathered nearer. Her
body faded faster. She pressed her hands against her skin and ran them
up and down, leaving trails of solidity that dissolved (too quickly!)
into blocky bands of bright primary colors. "Give me my chains!"

The grate darkened. "You left them behind," something hissed. Had the
moon (whose light had somehow silvered into the hidden chamber) smelt
that on which it shone, it would have been disgusted.

"If *you* left them, I need them back."

One of the shadows swam through her body, and her head jerked down to
them, a rebuff. "Not yet. I need my chains."

"What kind of human are you?" the thing growled above her. "There are
no humans here."

"Please, give them to me." Her resolve was failing. Jamie was never
very brace for long. The shadows rushed closer, blocking her view of
everything except the grate, and she hugged her knees to her chest.
"Please?"

As if in answer, water tricked down through the bars. First one, then
two drops splashed her forehead. She bent her head down and held her
breath as the chamber flooded, gasping pathetically once the water
went down. Her chains had indeed been returned, but not like
before--these ones were careless, unused to working closely with the
material world. Their net held and restricted her instead of following
and permitting her movement. All the same, she welcomed their
tightness and reality's return to her flesh.

"Now," she begged the shadows, but they were flying upward and
abandoning her. "Don't you want me?"

Only one remained, crouching shyly against the wall, "That's right,"
she told it reassuringly. "I'm here."

"What's your name?" it asked her.

She counted on her fingers, sighed, and counted again. "59."

"That's not a human name." It's growl was tentative, hesitant.
Everything a growl shouldn't be.

"Then I'm not human." She tried to sit up so her shadow could see her
properly, but her chains were contracting with every second and it was
too difficult to move. "Isn't that obvious?"

It edged into the chamber, stopped again. "I'll bite."

"I know."

A new texture spread over the shadow, a repulsive oily coat appearing
from somewhere in its midsection. More confident, he-it oozed forward
and extended a pseudopod, splitting into four tentacles. Where the
four extensions met, the sometime-shadow revealed gleaming,
silver-black needles. Jamie sighed and closed her eyes once she was
assured of his teeth.

When she started screaming, the thing was pressing into her, covering
her back with his body and slipping tentacles between her legs,
probing her hairless center never so gently.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked.

"You can't hurt me," she answered through gritted teeth. Everything in
her mind screamed to be touched now, and roughly.

"Oh?" He jerked off her and rolled her over. Something blurred past
her side, slicing upward and leaving a long cut. Blood seeped out onto
the floor. She could feel the contamination in her bloodstream merging
with the chamber's own nightmare-refuse soul.

He was flush with the self-assurance of a newly made man (insomuch as
a shadow full of ooze may be flushed). In unreality, she actually
wished his companions had remained to join him. They loved pretending
she was a human they were abusing. She loved them tearing into her
down-there, where her dreams came from. One day, maybe, their
needle-teeth would rip out everything that made her dream.

"I am not human!" she screamed with pain. Then she shouted it again,
but in triumphant ecstasy.

The chamber vanished.

**

Jamie's new Master had tied her into her favorite sleeping position,
lying on her belly, wrists lost to a pair of handcuffs. The bracelets
were even metal, as she'd insisted, not the soft leather he preferred.
Why bother, she'd asked him, if it didn't cut into her flesh?

He had quickly realized her position's potential, because of the time
she'd kept him awake one night humping her fingers nearly till dawn.
Was tonight to be one of those nights?

"Are you awake?" he asked softly.

She didn't answer, but hunched her shoulders inward and pushed her
fingers down, tightly shut eyes seeing only moonlight.

***

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