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Tales from Gulliver's Planet: Little Girl Blew Part II By [email protected] # # # Engral had his hand on Alex's lower back and was both escorting him and giving him little pushes as they walked. He would've complained about the manhandling, but he didn't want to insult the man, especially when he might Alex's only help. Still, the quick stepping caused extra bounces in his breasts which made him cross his arms over them to reign them in, which had him sashaying his shoulders, which made it harder for him to adopt a faster pace, which made him take extra skips to catch up, which made his breasts bouncer harder, which made him hold them tighter, which slowed his pace.... It was some kind of insidious plot, looping through his female body. "Say," he tried to sound strong, in control, but it wasn't working, "would you have some kind of jacket I could borrow?" Engral stopped pushing. When Alex looked back to see if he was still there, Engral appeared confused. "What?" Alex shrugged. "A jacket or a coat or something. I just feel kind of naked. You know? All I have is this... whatever it is." He looked down at his body barely concealed beneath the pink opaque membrane. Engral blinked. "Uh, yeah, I guess so." Alex's pretty blue eyes shifted back and forth, as if looking for a punchline. "Is something wrong?" "No," Engral said, "it's just that I didn't think-" He smiled tenderly. "Doesn't matter. I have a coat in the workshop. It's just ahead through that door. We'll get you squared away. Okay?" Alex hopped up on his toes and bounced, clapping his hands in front of him, feeling his eyes go as wide as they could while a generous smile overwhelmed his face. "Great!" He realized what he'd done, of course, but it was too late. The damn doll body had snuck a happy doll reaction in on him. When he was paying close attention, he could prevent such things, but the moment his mind drifted or got distracted, the doll body went on automatic and he ended up behaving like a giddy schoolgirl. Engral chuckled, a deep guttural laugh that made Alex's nipples twitch. The door dissolved and Engral picked up a white lab coat on the way in and handed it to Alex. It was gentlemanly, but Alex was on guard and resisted the urge to jump and down like a cheerleader with wet lips and rosy cheeks. Instead, he smiled (still a little too big) and thanked him. He slipped his small arms into the enormous coat and felt like he was wearing Engral's bed sheets. He folded up the sleeves as much as he could to keep his hands free, but the coat slid across the floor behind him. He might as well have been wearing a circus tent. But the worse of it all was he could smell Engral on the material. Part cologne, part sweat, it enveloped him in a cloud of masculinity, flooding him with warmth and desire. Suddenly, both feet were flailing in mid-air and he had the dizzying sensation of being lifted by two very strong hands under his arms and placed on a table. He was caught off guard once again by the doll programming, letting loose with a girly squeal and giggling. Engral laughed and sat in a nearby rolling chair. "Your flesh is outstanding. I was expecting something much less warm. They managed to get the texture down years ago, but it was always the heating problem that put people off. I guess they solved that." "Look, Engral, I really appreciate everything." His legs were crossed at the ankle and he was swinging them back and forth, learning forward, his hands on the table's edge, his elbows locked, bent almost backwards. "But I have to tell you what's going on. I didn't think Rutger was the kind of guy that would care or believe me, but you're different. See, the thing is-" "Rutger was right," Engral smirked. "You do talk a lot." Alex felt the heat in his cheeks. He snapped at Engral, but it didn't sound vicious at all. It sounded a little whiney to be honest, more like a spoiled child. "I do not!" Engral threw up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay." He brought up a viewer and activated some programs. Off in the corner of the screen, Alex could just see a hologram of some large breasted woman having sex. Suddenly, a pink beam of light struck Alex square in the forehead. He squealed and dove off the table. Engral ran to him. "What are you doing?" "You shot a laser at me!" Engral began blinking. "Haven't you seen a DR before?" "A what?" Alex was flushed in the cheeks and breathing hard. Something in his chest was doing an excellent job at simulating a heart attack. Engral appeared to be in a permanent blinking fugue state. "Run a self diagnostic." It was not a request; it was a command. Alex shook his head. "You don't understand. I'm trying to tell you that I'm-" "Run a self diagnostic," Engral insisted. Alex thought about it, waited for something in the doll mind to do activate but nothing happened. He felt his eyes go wide again. He let them, because he wanted his expression to be as blank as he felt. "I don't know how." Engral shook his head, still blinking. "Interesting." Before Alex could say another word, Engral swept him up in his arms and placed him on the table again, tapping his nose before he left. "Stay." Alex crossed his arms and let the doll go into a pout, even helping it flood its eyes with anger. "I'm not a dog!" Engral was studying the viewer, barely paying him any attention. With an absent-minded tone, he agreed, "Yeah... I know." The pink light started again, from the tiny lens of a holo lever hanging from the ceiling. It struck him square on the forehead. He closed his eyes, tensed his shoulders, balled his fists and waited. Nothing happened. After a moment, he risked opening his eyes again and saw the viewer had tripled and was feeding images and lines of information across the screen. Alex leaned forward to get a better look at it all, but it suddenly winked out. Engral's faced turned angrily. "What did I say?" Nothing could've made Alex feel more foolish. He snapped back into the position with an apologetic smile and let the pink beam hit his forehead. There wasn't even a tickle. The information flowed back to life, causing Engral to emit little grunts of interest. "Hmph.... hmph!... hmm... interesting...." "So, I really need to tell you what's going on, about the crash in the desert and how I got there. My real name is-" "Yeah, I know." Alex felt his eyes go wide again. "You do?" But how could he? Rutger hadn't known. Was there some alert already out on the waves? Not likely. Even if the Gulliver techs already knew about the crash, it would take time for any such bulletins to cross the distance of open space. "Yeah, Rutger is heading back out now, trying to salvage the rest of them." "Salvage?" Engral pushed a holographic image aside and replaced it with another one, complete with some kind of dynamic code flowing all around it. "He didn't know what he had. You're worth much more, but he probably didn't care either. What the-" He poked his face at the screen and studied the code. Alex started to shake his head, but was afraid of losing the beam. He didn't need this alleged savior biting his head off again."Okay, but the thing is I've got to get back to Gulliver. I'm not really-" "What IS this? I've never seen anything like it." Engral lapsed into the native language, swearing, gasping with astonishment. Suddenly, the viewer flashed and he relaxed back into the rolling chair, creaking as it struggled to re-distribute his weight. "What I'm trying to tell you is that this is all an accident. I'm not supposed to be here." "Log in for me, will you?" Engral asked, still lost in the viewer, which was automatically shutting all the images and files, one by one. "It won't let me look anymore." After a moment, Engral turned and saw Alex's blank eyes. He repeated, "Can you log in for me, please?" Alex looked like a lost child. "Log-log in?" Engral began blinked again. "Yes... log in." Alex glanced around the lab, his slender fingers fiddling with each other in his lap. "Uh...." Engral gave him the look of pure skepticism. "You don't know how to log in?" "Uh...." He reached into the viewer and rifled through some files. When he'd found the one he wanted, he tapped it and a pleasant tone rang out. It was like the constant ringing of a soft chime, and at once it seemed familiar, but he couldn't figure out why. Alex realized Engral was staring at him. "Uh...." Engral stood up and looked hard and long at Alex. "I've been trying to tell you-" Alex started. "Let me see the back of your head," Engral ordered. Not knowing what else to do, Alex twisted around on the table and showed his head to Engral. He soon felt soft fingers running along his scalp and under his ear down to his neck. "You feel so delicate." Alex did feel delicate. It was hard not to with a man like Engral standing over him, his large hands softly pressing into his temples. Engral sighed. "Well, I don't see any damage. Okay, to log in, you just sort of-well, you just do." Alex shook his head. "But... how?" Engral appeared perplexed. "It should be automatic." Alex thought about it, listened carefully to the tone. That familiarity was back. He tried to remember where he'd such a tone before, thinking at first it had been at Gulliver's Travel Bureau, but that wasn't it. He hadn't heard anything quite like it before, but he focused on it anyway. He tried to think only of the tone, just to see if there was some instructions in it or perhaps a clue to what he was supposed to do. Then his mind seemed to somehow pick up the tone. A place beneath his right ear began to tickle mercilessly, then a place in his right buttocks tensed and became unbearably ticklish. He squirmed a little, and the tone became stronger. The tickling faded and he realized the sound was somehow pushing into his mind. He wasn't just thinking about it; he was letting it in. He tried to open his mind for it, to see if his mind would talk to it, ask it information, give it information. He willed it in deeper, searched for some kind of hold on the thing that would let him manipulate it. Then it seemed less like he was drawing it in and more like it was pulling him in. It pulled so hard he almost felt he was leaning forward into it. He tried to pull himself back, afraid he'd fall off the table, but his joints had suddenly become stiff and sluggish. He tried to push the tone back a little, long enough to make himself lean back, but there was nothing to push against. In fact, when he mentally pushed it against it, it seemed to invade that much further, that much quicker, overwhelming every part of him. Suddenly, he realized he was having trouble dredging up a single thought. His mind was going blank, feeling wide open. He tried to stop listening, tried to ignore it, tried to force it from his mind, but everything he tried only made it invade him that much faster. He tried to move, but couldn't. Every part of his body was ringing with the tone, every finger, every joint. He was frozen in place. He panicked, struggled to move his head, to blink his eyes, struggled to move anything, even a finger or a toe. He was stuck. His eyes were frozen in a wide-open position. He felt something in his mind then, wandering around. He couldn't move his eyes, but Engral's warm brown eyes were staring directly into his. How long he'd been standing there, Alex had no idea. Then, softly and sounding pleased, Engral whispered, "Better." Engral sat in front of the viewer screens and began to chant "interesting" over and over. "What IS all this?" he mumbled. Alex felt the tone switch directions, peering into another part of his mind. He tried to withdraw, but it had him tight. "The seven mods aren't even loaded," Engral exclaimed. "But there's all this other stuff. What are you, an archive?" Alex would loved to have answered, but he was having trouble even keeping track of his thoughts. When the tone focused on one part of his mind, he felt himself rushing into other types of thoughts, childhood memories, tastes of fruit and meat, then the tone switched and he was listening to a song he hadn't heard since he was a child, and feeling pressure in is bladder. Engral glanced at him with admiration. "What is your UD?" Alex's jaw dropped open. His mouth moved involuntarily. "Alex." Engral approached him, coming face to face so he could study Alex's eyes. "Alex... what?" "Alex." "Alex is not a unit designation. What is going on?" He rushed back to the viewer and studied the two active screens. Information flowed in long lines and spinning images. "There's twenty-eight modules here, enough for a whole person, but the core seven aren't even loaded. What have those Gulliver guys been playing at?" Alex tried to use his mouth to tell Engral the whole story, but it was unresponsive. Why hadn't he told him before he'd gotten stuck? Because, he told himself, he didn't know he was going to get stuck. Engral poked at the controls, looked over at Alex to witness the results. Suddenly, Alex felt his mouth move by itself again, and what it said chilled him to his core. "Loading seven doll modules of UD 18-165030 Amy 15A." No, Alex tried to tell Engral, don't do that. The first module slipped into place on the viewer. Alex willed his mouth to move, willed his mind to break the connection, but it was no use. The first module began to load. He waited. He would have held his breath if he'd had any breath to hold. He didn't feel anything. His mouth spoke again. "Red 292. All green. Writing, copying, saving. Loading... Blue 184." Nothing was happening. He felt an enormous wave of relief wash over him. He began to smile, to feel at ease, to be happy, to be so happy. He felt full of joy, full of bright Sunlight, felt warm and safe and wonderful. He felt drunk with euphoria, felt glassy-eyed and smiley, full of smiles, smiley, smiley, smiley. His mouth giggled. "Blue 184, hee hee, All green! Writing, copying, saving. Loading... Yellow 1,052." How lucky could one get? The seven doll modules were simply adding to the program, not replacing the original modules, which were the modules of Alex's personality. Good thing, too. That would have been real trouble. Alex felt her mouth smile on their own, lips wet, and in a soft and sensual whisper, she announced, "Yellow 1,052. All green. Writing, copying, saving. Loading... Green Alpha-Alpha-Delta-UDR-Intact Issue 3 Version 112." She could just make out the feeling of herself breathing deeply. She smiled and resisted the urge to stretch, to point her little nips into the sky and give big tech boy over there a show. She wriggled her toes and wondered what his favorite color was. She could turn her nails and toes whatever color he liked. She was guessing he was a traditional red. Alex mused for awhile, bit her lower lip as she studied the tendons of Engral's neck, the hard jaw, the brow, the dark eyes, the muscles of his arms, the hard, broad hands. "Green. All Green. Switches up, ladies. Loading Brown, Amber, Toe, Miscellaneous." Alex nibbled on a fingernail, and looked down at her long, slender legs. She glanced up at her new friend and gave him a little baby-wave. He smiled and she was filled with warmth, her lips shining, feeling wet between her legs, feeling squirmy and oh so nice all over. Engral nodded. "That's better. Perform self diagnostics, please?" Alex's eyes shot up and to the side as if she were trying to remember something from a long, long time ago. She thought of everything she could think of really, really fast. Wow. That was like a lot of information. A lightning bolt branching out into every little part of herself, her toes tingled, her fingers, too, her nipples twitched, her pussy, mmm.... She giggled, sat up tall and proud and gave him a little salute. "I'm good all over, Sir." Engral stood and smiled and waved her over to him. She hopped off the table, and it dawned on her that she wasn't stuck anymore, and she didn't hear that wonderful tone that made her feel so good, so open and happy. She approached him until she was close enough to feel the heat of his body, letting her eyelids flutter with the magical scent of his manly body. She craned back her neck and looked up into his eyes. "Yes, Sir?" "Let's get you where you're supposed to be, shall we?" "Oh, thank you!" She threw herself at him, wrapped her arms around his waist and snuggled against him, feeling his body soften and warm to her, feeling one hand running over her tender scalp, the other on her back right between the shoulder blades where she was strangely sensitive. She got a whiff of something musky and tangy, felt something stiffen against her belly. She grinned up at him, letting her eyes become glassy and soft, letting her lips become slick and glossy. "But first-" Engral said, his hot breathing flowing down her face and neck, causing a most delightful shudder of her shoulders, which did wonderful things to her soft, pendulous breasts. "I'd like to resist, but I've gotta know what a doll is like." "Of course, Sir. After all--" She reached up to him, tiptoeing, stretching up until her tummy was taut and her nipples were tight, whispering all the way until that friendly man-mouth grabbed a hold of her soft doll lips. "-that's what I'm... for." # # # The crowd was hustling and bustling and so was she. She smiled at everyone, feeling so nice. Sometimes when she got a response she would give them a friendly wave and say "Hi there!" People were so nice, even the ones that looked unhappy. They just needed someone nice to be nice to them for awhile, and hey, she could do that. It was easy breezy! She stayed on Engral's heels, careful to keep him in sight at all times. He'd had used her in all the best ways. She didn't remember ever being with a guy before or a girl for that matter, but she knew what to do. Huh! That was a funny thought! How did she know? Maybe it was just the way girl-dolls were! She giggled at that and got bumped by a passing stranger. The man looked back at her and scowled. She beamed, a broad happy smile and waved at him, "Sorry!" He blinked for a moment, but his scowl was a lot less scowly. He might still have been frowning when he walked away, but she bet if she'd had another minute or two she could've gotten him smiling and happy. She felt a little stretched out in the thighs and she blushed, glancing at everyone around her to see if they noticed. She bet she still had his yummies swimming around inside of her somewhere. That made her warm all over, being filled by him, feeling some part of him inside her even when the best part of him was tucked away in his pants. She skipped ahead just enough to get a glance at his profile, his heavy brow, dark eyes, pointy nose. He was so rough, so angular. All he needed was someone soft like her. It's funny how she was a soft thing that liked hard men, and hard men wanted someone soft. They entered the back door to a huge arena and her ears was suddenly accosted by a great noise. She could smell them... men! A lot of them. Some smelled pungent, some smelled sweaty, some smelled like goats-that was a funny one-some smelled like oil, some smelled sort of musky and sweet, but they all smelled manly. Her nose was full of them, and she felt herself turning on again, all over, every part of her. That was the mistake women made the most, she bet, real women. They only turned on a little and not all the way. They only turned on in parts of their bodies and not all over. Her skin felt soft and warm. She wriggled her toes and moaned quietly. "Mmmmm...." Her nips were up and pressing against the opaque packaging membrane that still coated her. She needed clothes. Lots of clothes. And costumes! She let her lips wet themselves liking how glossy and sexy they looked when they were like that. She blushed in her cheeks and decided to give a little rosy glow to her neck and the tops of her breasts, too. She wondered if she should sprinkle some freckles over her shoulders, but she would probably be more appealing to the crowd without them. I must be all things to all of them, she thought. Just in case. Engral took her by the hand and helped her up on to the stage behind a curtain. She couldn't be happier. She was going to be on display. She couldn't wait. He went off and had a heated discussion with some rough looking guys. She frowned. She hated seeing him unhappy. She wondered what it be like to be with both of them. She bet they wouldn't be unhappy with each other anymore with her curvy ass rubbing against one of them while her soft breasts rubbed against the other one. She sighed. What a happy idea, and what a turn on! "Ladies and Gentleman... who am I kidding. Hookman and brazeneirs!" A round of laughter rippled through the crowd. "We have quite a prize for you today." He put on a sly expression for the holo-lens. "Have your credits ready! Because this little baby is gonna go fast!" Alex glanced over at Engral. She was missing the show, but that was okay, because he was smiling at her. "Now you give them a good show, hear?" She nodded and smiled and blushed pure red. "Uh-huh!" "Not just a good show," he warned, "but an amazing show. The best of your life." Considering she'd come almost right off the factory floor room, the best of her life would also be the first of her life. She saluted him and became one big smile from her eyes to her toes. "Yes, Sir!" The next thing she knew, a hand in the small of her back pushed her out into the lights, stripping her of her oversized lab coat as she went. It took a second for her eyes to adjust, but then she saw them. They were mostly indistinct, but they were there, and they were all suddenly silent. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the harsh lights and peered out at them, seeing herself in the enormous viewers which surrounded the arena. "H-hello?" Her voice boomed and echoed through the room. "Neat!" It echoed some more. Even the host, a very tall, very dark sort of fellow with an extra curly beard and moustache, was stunned into silence. Alex felt suddenly that she just wasn't on stage, wasn't just the center of attention, she had been thrown into a pit full of hungry dogs that were all waiting for someone to make the first move. She should be terrified, but a strange peace overcame her. She was just getting lost in this wave of euphoria when someone called out, "6,000!" "Six... six thousand!" the host called back. She wasn't sure what it meant, but she liked it. She searched the crowd for the man who had called out the number and gave him a little wave. Then someone else called out, "8,000!" That was easy. She gave him a little wave and blew him a kiss. The arena erupted with white noise. It was almost deafening. The crowd was applauding, whistling, stomping their feet and loving her, and she hadn't done anything really. "10,000!" "Ten-Five!" Then it dawned on her: they were rating her! Giving her a score. Oh, but she could do better than that. She turned on her heels and sauntered to the rear of the stage. The noise dimmed to a dull roar. She swayed her cute bottom a little then stopped and looked back over her shoulder at the man who'd rated her at 10.5 and gave him a grin. She let her eyelids close as if just feeling the first effects of the most pleasurable drug in the world, then opened them halfway and raised one delicate shoulder, twisting and stretching at the waist to give them a better view of her bottom. "20!" "25!" "FIFTY!" That was better. Gee, she wondered, how high would they really go? "What's the top score?" she asked, and her sweet voice echoed back at her, but they weren't listening. She really needed to know what the record was. Otherwise, how would she know what to aim for? She bounced to the edge of the stage, shielded her eyes from the harsh lights and found the man who had rated her at fifty thousand. Once she found him, she wrapped her arms around her waists, let her breasts snuggle together between her arms and bent forward to let them do their curvy jobs. She gave Mr. Fifty a little wave, then turned and skip-walked back to center stage. After awhile it was just ridiculous. They were already in the hundreds by the time she started dancing, doing little belly rolls, tossing her hips, laying down on the stage and running her hands up and down her legs. She only wished she had hair to whip around. She should've asked Engral for some. Maybe she'd get some before the next time he brought her here. This was such fun, she thought and went about finding better and better ways to reward the men who gave her higher and higher ratings. Every now and then, the crowd would stall. It was such a weird thing. They'd all get quiet and the guy with the curly beard would just repeat the same number again and again. When that happened, she re-doubled her efforts, laying down and trying a yoga position she somehow knew, once even crawling all the way from the back of the stage to the edge, then laying her chin down into her crossed arms while she waved her bottom in the air to... and fro... and back again. Then the noise would go though the roof and she would be filled with such ecstasy she almost couldn't stand it. She'd giggle because it felt like her toes and nipples and lips and pussy were all being tickled unbearably. She was in the middle of a heated, sexy whirl when all of a sudden the guy with the curly beard hair called out "SOLD!" She stopped and looked around for Engral, blinking, worried. "Is it-" she asked the crowed, her tiny voice echoing, "is it over?" Hands were on her then, escorting her from the stage. She saw Engral and smiled and started toward him, but the hands steered her away. "Um-" she looked up at the men, the delightfully tall and dark men with their hands on her. She looked back at Engral who was turning to leave. Tears burst from her eyes as she struggled against the men's iron grips. She wanted Engral. She belonged to him. Didn't she? She was pushed forward, then shoved through a pair of curtains into a small room where a man sat, smoking a long, thin cigar. She started to turn back and search for the exit but her foot got stuck on the carpet and she fell sideways. The man grabbed her by the arm before she hit the floor and pulled her into his lap. She blinked, feeling nervous and shy. "H-hi." "You cost me a lot, you know." She blinked some more. "C-cost?" He nodded and planted his cigar between her lips. Without meaning to, she found herself puffing a little, the smoke slipping down her throat where it was promptly rejected and returned. The smoke flowed from her lips and nose, but the cigar was plucked from her lips and replaced by a pair of rough lips, sucking the smoke away. His whiskers tickled her chin and she giggled. How strange... for some reason she'd expected herself to start coughing, but she hadn't. He grinned, puffed on his cigar, blew it in her face which caused her to blink terribly. Again, she expected to cough, but something told her that she never coughed. The expectation was a curious mystery. "C'mon, then," the man said, "gotta see if I can smuggle you back on board without the captain seeing." "But-" she tried, pointing back at the curtain, "-but-but-but-" "I'd buy you some hair, but I'm broke as sin... now. Too bad you didn't come with any." He pushed her from his lap, stood and wrapped his rough, calloused fingers all the way around her tiny upper arm. She gulped and bit her lip. Then a voice from somewhere deep inside her, from where she could never quite identify, carefully explained what being "Sold" really meant. She wondered about... about.... What had his name been? She could just get it to the tip of her tongue, but couldn't get it farther. The man who had brought her here.... "Marham, by the way. You got a name?" the man said, pulling her along side him. She had to skip every now and then because his legs were so long and she couldn't quite match his pace. Besides, she thought, he was probably doing it on purpose just to see her breasts bounce. She giggled at that. "Um... what's your favorite girl name?" He stopped and frowned at her. "Jenna. Why?" She burst into a broad smile, eyes glittering with joy. "What a coinky- dink! That's MY name!" He glared at her. She gulped again, bit her lip, bowed her head because she couldn't bear the disapproval in his eyes, but tried looking up at him through her long eyelashes. His glare was suddenly much less than a glare; his frown much less than a frown. He wasn't exactly smiling, but his face had softened considerably. She blinked, her eyes wet and soulful. He chuckled. She smiled and threw herself against him, tucking herself up under his arm and snuggling as close to him as she could manage. She loved Marsham. # # # She got to ride on a train and in a rented buggy and bounce on a floating sidewalk. She bent over the side and looked at the tiny ant people below, until Marsham reached over and jerked her back up. She looked up into his face and he scowled, but she was starting to realize that was the natural set of his face. He was so grim. He needed someone fun to be with, like her. They hovered up and down and finally turned a corner where she saw the ship. Her eyes went wide. She could feel the cold night air on her eyeballs, but it was so big, so shiny and white and it had black criss- cross patterns at the front, which made it look menacing and sort of like it had a big frowny face. "Are-are we going into that?" "Yes, now hush!" Marsham griped at her. Somewhere deep inside her there was like a big tearful thing going on, and it made her pout. The ship was lit with lights, being scrubbed down by jets. She came across the name, embedded in the hull with great fiery letters. NATASAL. The F-burners were enormous, still glowing blue and red, never able to completely shut down. She took in every detail, the stripes along the side, the strange abstract skull hologram skin that clung to it like an odd kind of netting. Then the sidewalk slid into a hallway and she lost sight of it. Marsham hauled her into a locker room, but not before he checked every corner and niche for people. Once he was satisfied it was empty, he dragged her in, stood before a locker, pulled out a duffle bag, set it on the ground before her and unzipped it. He scowled at her. "Well? Go on." She glanced around the empty room, admiring the light blue tiles of the shower for a moment. She could imagine a room full of hairy, dark, bulky men getting all wet, their cocks hanging down and her just sauntering in. She turned bright red and stuffed her knuckles into her mouth, giggling almost out of control. Then she realized what Marsham meant. She stopped giggling, looked down at the duffle bag and back up to him. Pointing at it's smelly, dark interior she pouted. "In there?" "Yes!" he exclaimed. "Hurry! Before someone finds you." She looked down into the black bag, then back up at him, admiring how his thick, black coarse hair stuck out in all directions. She scrunched her nose at him. "Seriously?" He cursed to himself, wrapped his massive hand around her neck, pushed her forward until she stumbled into the bag, then forced her down. She curled herself into a little ball while he pressed down on her back, then before she knew it, he was zipping it up. She squealed when he picked up the bag and started walking. He tapped her in the ribs through the rough canvas. "Quiet." With every shift and bump she heard herself going "oof" and "ow". Finally, he unzipped the bag and she popped her head up. "Are we there yet?" He growled at her. "I didn't want to have to do this, because I was worried you might not re-start." She cocked her head and gave him her best quizzical expression. "Huh?" He pointed a little light right into her eyes, and it flashed repeatedly making her eyeballs throb and her brain tingle. "Deactivate." She felt silly and dizzy for a moment, but before she could eke out a single giggle, she shuddered and collapsed forward, half out of the bag and feeling very sleepy. She closed her eyes and felt her limp body being pushed down.