Posted by anne snakelover on February 11, 2004 at 21:32:43:
some said i wouldn't do it. some said i SHOULDN'T do it. some said i should never have stopped taking my medication. anyway, here's chapter three of my epic mini-novel. no one gets eaten yet. i hate my writing. i suck.
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The naked woman stood before Pointe, coated in dirt, black hair wild and falling past her shoulders. her eyes were wide, and she yelled again. "Are you crazy? Where did your helicopter go? Call it back!" She took a step toward Pointe that might have been threatening but on her looked more pathetic. "Call it back!"
"Back off, slow down and start again!" barked Pointe, aiming her flashlight out of the wild woman's eyes. Behind her, Cawly was struggling to pull on her uniform top. This was starting to move from boring into her field of expertise. She knew nothing about power plants or machines, but she did understand threats, naked people, and panic.
And this naked person was interesting. Take off some of the dirt and wipe the panic from her face, she wouldn't be half bad. About five foot tall, medium frame and well built for her size. Pointe did take special notice that her breasts were small in comparison to hers and Cawlys and sagged a little more than she liked,and the dirt and leaves in her hair were less than appealing. Still and all though, still and all.
"They've eaten almost everyone," said the naked woman, leaning against a wall and covering her eyes with both hands. "I saw them eating them! I barely got away."
"Who is eating who?" asked Cawly as she came closer. There was a loud CHUNK CLUNK behind her, and both Pointe and the nude woman jumped. "I just had to change some fuses, someone took them out for whatever reason. I had some in my bag."
"The snakes!" said the nude woman, shaking her hands before her. "The snakes ate everyone!"
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"There's not a lot I can do about getting in these doors without power," said Raile as she studied the doors. "They're electronic. You need a key, and without power there's no way to jigger the system."
Agent Collier sighed as she studied the sky above them. The sunlight was almost completely gone- the moon couldn't make it through the cover of trees and the only light was their flashlights. She balanced herself with the heavy pack on her back and her breasts on her chest, enjoying the feel of not having a backache. "Unless we had something to break through them," she said.
Raile laughed. "These doors are thick enough you'd need an industrial blowtorch to get through and that would be tough." She wiped sweat off her forehead. "Fuck, it's hot."
Fisk was sitting on her pack, bored out of her mind while feeling very nervous. She had no idea how many people there were supposed to be on the island, but the silence was total. Only insects and small flying animals broke the night.
There was a sudden burst of light as the lights surrounding the facility blasted on and the three women were suddenly blinded.
"Christ," said Collier as she shielded her eyes. "That hurts."
The radio hanging on her belt crackled and suddenly Pointe's voice came through. "Hey, Collier, we got the lights on. And we have someone here you need to meet, very important news. Maybe you should try to get inside quick as you can, wait for us there."
"Raile," said Collier, and smiled as she saw that Raile was already at work on the doors. "Who do you have there for us to talk to?"
"Her name is Bullock, Wanda Bullock. Says that snakes on the island are eating everyone. SO if you see a snake, best idea is shoot first and ask questions later." There was a burst of static, then Pointe spoke again. "She also says we're fucking idiots for not calling back the helicopter and getting off the island now."
"Getting off the island immediately is not why we're here," said Collier into the radio she now held in her hand. "If we left every assignment like that we'd be out in a heartbeat. Over in the middle east SRTF agents are taking bullets and bombs and they're sticking with it."
"Just passing on the info, don't shoot the messenger," said Pointe. "Pointe out."
Collier stared at the silent radio and thought, shaved cleft between her legs becoming damp. This assignment was getting better and better. Was it actually true, had the snakes eaten everyone? Oh my God, my fucking God, that would be incredible. Incredible.
"I have to sit down," said Collier as she looked around. Raile was ignoring her as she worked on getting the door open and Fisk was staring at her. Her knees were weak, my goodness they were weak. There was nothing to sit on, so Agent Collier settled to the sidewalk, sliding the pack off the back and hugging her breasts against her chest.
"Do you want one of the snakes to eat you?" asked Agent Cawly as she stared at Collier.
"Oh yes," said Collier. Her breasts ached for touch, nipples hard as bullets. It was hard to think- she wanted sex, she wanted to be eaten alive. She wanted to be eaten alive while having sex. The sheer knowledge that snakes on the island were eating people and none of them were HER was both intensely sexy to her and incredibly frustrating. Her cunt craved sex- she was so wet, so hot... All she could see right now was her upper body to the waist in the mouth and throat of a snake, her lower body nude, and some unnamed man fucking her hard, her gaping cunt taking all his cock as he slammed it into her as the snake swallowed her alive...
"Are you actually going to have an orgasm right now? asked Fisk, and her voice was both shock, disgust, and amazement. COllier opened her eyes and realised her face was stretched tight her in her sex look and indeed, she was about to have an orgasm without even touching herself.
"Got it," said Raile. "Door's open. And Collier?" Raile turned back to look at Collier, framed in the doorway as bright flourescent light from within the facility streamed past her. "Stop thinking with your cunt. You're in charge of this team, start acting like it."
"Fuck," whispered Collier, then struggled to stand. She looked up, and Fisk was holding out her hand to help. She reached up, took Fisk's hand, and pulled herself standing. With her pack beside her, the weight of her breasts was again a painful pull on her lower back. Pulling her pack upward with her free hand, she hurried inside after the two other women.
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Pointe clicked her radio down and hooked it back on her belt. Cawly had tucked her SRTF uniform blouse back in which pointe thought was a shame. She had already decided that she was going keep hers off, wear only her bra it was so fucking hot even tho it was nearly evening time. Bloody equitorial countries. Why didn't people have the sense to move to cooler climates, anyway? She looked back at the nude woman again, eyes taking in every detail.
"We have to head back to the main complex, meet up with the others," she said. "Cawly, does this building provide power for the whole island?"
"Probably not the entire island," was the reply. "At least the main facility I would expect. It's a powerful generator, but it's not THAT big."
"There's a seperate power complex for the lower labs," said Wanda, the nude woman. "I don't know if it's running or not- I was in the upper facility when things went to hell."
"Speaking of Hell," said Cawly, her pack gathered together and on her back again. "Why don't you have any clothes on?"
Wanda looked down at herself, her skin smudged with dirt and grass stains, scraped, cut, and bleeding lightly in spots. Running her fingers through her tangled hair, she began speaking as Pointe led the way out of the building and out into the night toward the main complex.
"I don't know the full details about a lot of this, I wasn't on the main team. I do know that part of the project to create the smart snakes involved a retro virus to deliver genetic material to the snakes in their shells. Other parts of the team worked on the DNA to deliver, other teams performed surgical procedures on some of the snakes to further develop their brains and stomachs."
"I have a question about that when you're done with Cawly's question," said Pointe. "I want to know what the idea was to give the snake's such big stomach's." The main complex was some distance ahead, but they should be there within five minutes or so.
"Well, the retro virus was supposed to die within the developing snake before they emerged from their shells. Even if there was remaining viruses, they should have died in the bodies of the snakes. After all, the retrovirus wasn't supposed to have any DNA of it's own, really, nothing important.
"Unfortunately, it seemed that the retroviruses didn't die within the developing snakes, but it seemed to be a harmless virus. No one expected that the viruses would not only live on within the snakes, but would in fact escape from the host snake!" Wanda stopped walking for a moment, covering her face with her hand. "The virus, in fact, found people to be very suitable hosts actually. It was only after all of us were infected that it was found we WERE infected with the retrovirus."
"What was the effect?" said Cawly, and Pointe found herself stepping back from Wanda.
"Our skin became very sensitive in time," said Wanda. "Within twenty four hours after infection, our skin became so sensitive to touch that we could not wear clothing any longer- it was painful. So we started going around naked all the time. All of us.
"But not everything is painful to the touch- human touch is pleasant, even more pleasant than normal. And I was walk on any surface and the soles of my feet feel no more than normal discomfort than normal."
They walked in silence for a minute as Pointe and Cawly digested what they had heard. Clothing became painful to the touch? That was something to think about. And Pointe found it hard to stop thinking about Wanda's nudity as the woman walked behind them. What was it about Wanda that so attracted her? Pointe liked women sexually much more than she liked men but this was usually something she could keep to appropriate times. But she found she couldn't stop thinking about Wanda.
"Why were the snakes designed with larger stomachs? I'm afraid I can't answer that one, actually," continued Wanda as they came in sight of the main complex entrance. "Not because I don't want to, but because I can't. Most of the reasons for our project were need to know and very few of us were judged to have a need by our bosses. All we were told was that the snakes needed to have stomachs that would be, at a minimum, 95 percent of their total lengths, as opposed to the 1/3 lengths they commonly have in nature." Wanda laughed bitterly. "I know, too, that we succeeded all too well. I didn't just get to see the specs on the snake stomach- I got to SEE it in action. I watched most of my team members swallowed whole and alive by snakes not much longer than them."
The three women stopped in front of the door. Pointe looked around for the door knob, button, or handle and found nothing. Above the door itself was a camera set looking downward and Pointe looked into it. She reached down and unclipped her radio.
"Hey, Collier?"
The radio blipped back static for a second, then Agent Collier's voice came back. "We see you in the camera, Fisk has most of the security cameras back online, but the door is screwed up. I think Raile screwed it up when she broke us in. Just a minute."
The door slid open with stutters and a "chunk!" sound, but open it did. Pointe stepped through first, quickly, nervouse about the door. Cawly stepped through after her and they both looked back behind them when, after a second, the naked woman behind them hadn't stepped through. Wanda had turned back to look into the darkness past the nearest lamp post, and the two watching women jumped in unison as the door CHUNK'd shut behind them. Curses came to them from deeper in the complex, past the first left turn in the corridor they found themselves in.
"Collier?" yelled Pointe. "We still have someone out there!" When the answer was only more curses, Pointe and Cawly followed the corridor into a room that opened widely, with a long u-shaped desk in the center. Monitors were suspended before the desk, two entire rows of them, and Collier was staring up at them while Fisk tapped quickly at the keyboard on the desktop before her. Raile was cursing as she watched the monitors, and Pointe quickly walked up to stare as well.
"Oh no," she said quietly, and beside her Collier spoke as well. "Oh my God," she whispered. "Oh yes."
END CHAPTER THREE
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anne