The Party

Little Girl's nipples ached against the frigid curved glass of the large fish bowl in the center of Aqua Section. Her long red braid wrapped around her wrists behind her in a knot so it pulled her head back and pressed her bare medium chest to the icy condensation of the frosty glass. Her knees were far apart with her ankles shackled to a bolt in the floor; her body's strained posture only made her moan as her hairy pubis offered itself to the glass.

Then the mermaid showed up. She looked like a frozen angel with long brown hair spread out like wispy kelp. Her breasts were small with puffy nipples that seemed to be unaffected from the frozen depth of the bowl and her tail was a glittery spectacle that swayed about like a large prism. The mermaid's large brown eyes looked at the girl outside of the bowl quizzically, smiled, then laughed with a rush of bubbles as she ran her hands over her nipples and rolled her tail with excitement. She stroked the glass in front of the furry pussy then kissed the glass against the numbly hardened nipples. Her eyes began to glaze due to lack of air, but the smile remained in a seductive way as her lips parted to take in water.

The view outside the glass; a large brown hook appeared behind the nearly drowned mermaid and caught the loop on the left tail fin. Up in a rush the mermaid went, as shouts of victory in masculine voices broke the hypnotic gaze on the frozen fish lady's enchantment. The cheers were overridden by the gasps of oxygen and orgasmic cry of the mermaid who thrashed and fought against the capture, drops of water peppered onlookers around the rim and below.

"That's right, Sapphire, cum as loud and hard as you want!" the fisherman, in a yellow whaler's hat and opened yellow raincoat that exposed his pudgy, hairy body with a short but thick erection, shouted over the claps of his fishing buddies and the amazed whistles of the beach goers below. "You found Captain's gift on the beach didn't you?"

One of the fellow raincoats gave his line to a rod-less guy to his right and removed his hat and coat to slide down the inflatable next to the dark side of the bowl in a naked state. It was almost time-he couldn't be late. He weaved through the crowd of people traipsing about Buttfuck Beach until he got to the swinging door, slid into his black suit that hung on a hook, and walked into a candle lit hall filled with a subtle soundtrack of moans.

A red gowned woman with a gold mask and loud heels led a couple of puppy girls by their anal leashes and crossed in front of him to hit a swinging door with Karnal Kennel in neon above it. He ignored the brief echo of howls and barks. Passed Urine Bar, passed Stocks Locks & Frocks, passed Swap Meat, passed Train Station, passed Balloon Bonanza, across Harlot Hospital, and down a short set of stairs was Pussy Palace, the haven for a glaring of toms, gibs, queens, kittens and other assortments of Felis.

LED lights danced on the far wall and a clowder attempted to chase them in almost a competitive way. Small bells and bows tussled about as meows, purrs, and screeches filled the air playfully. Some were painted, some leathered, some vinyled, different kinds of ears and tails bobbed up and down. The lights were soft and soothing jazz maintained the background noise. Large, long purple leather couches were arranged in patterns amongst the litter boxes, the scratch pads, the human sized cat towers, large wicker baskets, and endless toys.

The owners sipped alcoholic beverages of all kinds from the bar that ran along the side with a bow-tied and shirtless bartender who served in mid-flex of large muscles. A hum of chatter by the owners added a nice touch to the atmosphere. In the farthest corner was a large milk bowl for the refreshment of the pets with baked treats on a platter next to it; he saw his contact enjoying her ball of yarn in a pose on her stomach. Her bright pink ears stuck out of blonde permed hair, a pink and white collar with a small silver bell in the middle around her slightly thick neck, and the pink-bowed long white tail that spilled out of her fleshy ass had his attention and he almost forgot the mission. He gazed for her handler as he stopped at the bar for a drink and view of the room from a different vantage point.

He smiled as he sipped a whiskey and realized her handler wasn't in the room. She had slipped away with her decoy in place. Everything was set. He carried his drink in a smooth stroll toward her. He knelt before her as they were long time lovers and she rose in a front paw stretch to meet his large lips and hungry mouth. They kissed deeply as he gifted her with a little extra. She purred as the kiss broke. His large green and red eyes almost glowed in the dark as he whispered into her left, "Finally.. you will be truly loved because finally...you will be worth loving."

Her mouth closed, her breath through her nose in a quick pace of excitement, but her eyes made him almost laugh. She really believed in the elevation to love by such act. Her handler would finally value her in a way he used to which had become forgotten by play and escalation of the search for greater pleasure. She rolled onto her back in excitement and almost a giggle as he stood up and walked away.

The Wax

Phet Plasse Neighborhood, 2725 Avenue A, Night

"Is your little girl ready?" the middle aged woman with a sequined eye patch asked as the wax was ready on the table prepared in the small room at Daddy's house.

"She fell asleep after I fed her. I will bring her right in," Daddy said as he quietly went into the pink room next door and woke his sleeping wife.

A thirty something long haired brunette in a school girl outfit rubbed her eyes as she entered the room for the monthly waxing. The Waxer smiled and spoke. "Little Girl fell asleep from drinking all of Daddy's cum, didn't she?"

Little Girl smiled in shyness and hopped up on the massage table after Daddy took her clothes and left her in only a cream lace bra. He rubbed her stomach as she settled down on the table with a big smile.

"Good girl," said The Waxer as she pulled on large thick latex gloves that went to the elbow. "Will she sleep or do we need Duke?"

"Definitely Duke," Daddy said he walked to a cabinet behind Little Girl and pulled out a stuffed monkey with a dog phallus strapped onto it. He placed the phallus in Little Girl's mouth and velcroed the monkey's paws around her head. It calmed Little Girl completely with a moan as the thickness stretched her throat.

The Waxer rubbed and patted Little Girl's cute, slightly soft stomach, filled with so much of Daddy's cum, and then spread her legs to disinfect and numb with spray. "Do you have the bowl?"

Daddy walked back to The Waxer and pulled the glass bowl from the cabinet behind them. He placed it between Little Girl's legs, it would catch the cum he had been putting into her all day, that way she would have breakfast all ready in the morning.

"You have such a good daddy. He always gives you treats," The Waxer said as she began her work of stripping hairs.

Little Girl moaned and tried to move her pelvis, but Daddy kept her in place. Little Girl's obedience to the task and the juicy cum expulsion due to Little Girl's pleasure of the waxing were commented on several times. Little Girl was slowly oiled with great pleasure had by all, and then turned over.

Daddy spread her ass cheeks wide as The Waxer cleaned and conditioned as she had done with the front.

The Waxer gasped. "It looks so different in such a pretty way from when I first started waxing you. Your Daddy has such a big cock and you like it in your ass, don't you, Little Girl?" The Waxer spoke as she ran a latexed finger around the sensitively swollen hole. Little Girl sucked on the dildo loudly and ground her hips into the bed.

"Daddy, I will be sure to pay extra attention here so nothing scratches your big thick cock when you need to use this one." Her eye patch almost winked as she said it.

Daddy smiled and ran his large index finger around the starburst and watched the bowl fill up more from the tight wet cunny. Little Girl moved her pelvis and almost upset the bowl. The Waxer and Daddy spanked her to calm down and Little Girl sucked harder on the phallus to stem her excitement.

"Good Little Girl. We are going to get all those bad hairs and save that special hole for last." The Waxer said as she applied the wax to the warm red cheeks and then pulled the wax off. She looked at the back of Little Girl's head. "You need Daddy's cum all the time, don't you, Little Girl?"

Little Girl moaned and sucked an affirmative as the waxing continued, Daddy kept her cheeks spread apart. The breaths of Daddy and The Waxer so close to her pucker made Little Girl almost unbearably excited.

"Daddy, I'm going to wax around it first," The Waxer said as she applied the warm enticement around the starburst. As it set, The Waxer continued. "I want to make sure it's soft and supple against your thickness. Would you mind opening her up so I can put the wax in as far as it can go?"

Daddy happily agreed. He wanted the best for his Little Girl and began to lightly rub around the newly waxed area until The Waxer dropped three drops of the oil Little Girl enjoyed at the center of the starburst. He rubbed the oil slowly to hear the anguished horniness of his Little Girl reach new heights as he inserted his fingers into her stretched asshole which greedily opened to give a loud suck sound.

"Little Girl is so anxious for Daddy's Fingers!" The Waxer exclaimed as she prepared a different wax for such a sensitive area and stroked Little Girl's back and smooth ass cheeks as Daddy sank his fingers deeper into Little Girl where her asshole happily tried to suck him further in, while at the same time Little Girl sucked Duke so loudly The Waxer had to laugh. "Little Girl is so taxing on Daddy! She wants to suck you at both ends!"

Daddy looked at The Waxer with lustful pleasure. '"I have to punish her a lot. She's quite a handful."

Little Girl's hole opened big enough for The Waxer to coat the puffy inside rim. "Hold her open or she will swallow the wax and that won't be good."

The wax set all nice and warm in a beautiful sensation Little Girl had never felt before. More cum was released in the bowl.

The Waxer teasingly removed the wax from one side, then to the other, until the greedy asshole sucked at Daddy's fingers in an even louder way.

"Calm down, Little Girl, almost done," The Waxer said as she conditioned and oiled to such a teasing detail Little Girl was very hot and flustered. Daddy pulled his fingers out and Little Girl whimpered, much to The Waxer and Daddy's amusement. The Waxer cleaned up the equipment and Daddy pressed different erogenous points around Little Girl's hungry hole to key her up even more.

Then Daddy's Secret Phone rang. It startled everyone. He excused himself and left the room. The Waxer packed up in silence and Little Girl continued to suck at the dog phallus and press her pussy into the table. Daddy returned moments later with an exasperated sigh. Work had called him in, so he would have to go. He paid The Waxer as she left and freed Little Girl of her doggie dummy.

"Daddy will be back soon. Remember the furniture talks," he said as he kissed Little Girl's forehead and left her in the room to enjoy the sensations of the wax. The door was closed and locked to hold the enriched stench of sexual excitement and essential oil. He took the bowl to the refrigerator in the kitchen.

Little Girl giggled with the rapturous movements of excitement as her body relished the recent memories.



The First Explosion

Phet Plasse Neighborhood, 2775 Avenue A, Early Afternoon

She sat in the large carport with the car running, the air going full blast, finally home after the long business trip for Daddy's work with Mulligan Corporation. She was home, but out of sorts. She feared going inside. She knew the moment she went inside things would spiral beyond her control. Control-she had never wanted it, relished to gift it, but at that moment. . . She kept her stare ahead at the laundry room door, but she wasn't looking at it.

She was on a black and gray landscape with the universe around her.

It was beautiful with stars, galaxies, vapor trails, comets, swirls of gases. She was naked.
She was breathing in a vacuum.

She was at peace. Her blonde bob floated like a jagged crown about her head.

She could hear the sweetest voice in the cosmos instructing straight into her brain.

It was a song with an ethereal refrain, "Go Inside, Be The Surprise."

Her firm, muscled stomach twisted.

She didn't want to go.

She sat frozen in her car. Not even realizing, Hank the Neighbor was knocking on her window with cordial greetings and concern. She kept her gaze ahead. She couldn't go inside. She couldn't cry either.

Hank, a large burly man in a black wife beater and black cargo shorts, pounded on her car window in a complete disposition change. "I think Little Girl needs to quit acting like she knows what she's doing! Does Daddy even know where she is?"

She slowly turned to Hank and gave a glazed gaze.

She could only really see the plains and valleys of maria and highlands. She watched the cosmic dust fall around her as she stepped along the lunar terminator with the feeling of greatest love and peace. She had to go inside so she could have that feeling forever assuredly.

"Go Inside, Be The Surprise. Don't let your humanity hold you back in fear." The voice so sweetly feminine with a confidence Little Girl had never known a woman could have without a Daddy to give it.

Her stomach boiled because she knew in her fright, all would not be well for the next thirty minutes, but the voice promised all would be perfect after.

Hank pulled out his cell phone in disgust. Little Girl's Daddy had made sure all the neighbors were informed of Little Girl's needs and Daddy's control over them. The neighborhood also held an authority over her, like all the other Little Girls there, to report infractions to Daddy or complaints that Little Girl would be responsible in one shape or another to smooth over and correct. It helped keep Little Girl under the constant strain of being closely watched, ready to be judged, and everyone waiting for her to mess up. "Hey. . . yeah. . . Little Girl is in her car out here. . . I think she's done something bad-just wanted to give you a heads up. . .Really?. . . I don't have any plans. . . Can I watch? . . Great. . Bye."

Little Girl felt so scattered, displaced, and then suddenly devoid of all emotion. She was tired on a different level from fatigue, but she was without fear in her soured stomach. She would have all the peace and security her new Master, the real Master, could offer her so far away from Phet Plasse. It was a security in her soul that Daddy had never provided and she, honestly, never knew she needed. All in all, Daddy was just. . . a man. In a faint, raspy whisper, "Master is well. . . . more."

Hank pounded on her window with great irritation. "Daddy will be out soon. You should've checked in. Two weeks you were gone and only checked in on the first day? You're in big trouble, Little Girl! YOU ARE GOING TO GET IT!"

Then Daddy was there, looking slightly angry, with a chastity belt in one hand and a long red fitted v-neck t-shirt.

She looked to her right and felt nothing but disconnection. She was in her body, but she wasn't. She was there in the car, but also hundreds of thousands of miles away. She continued to mutter to herself. "Why did I come back?"

She put her head in her hands.

Immediately, her hands were pulled from her head. She was outside the car and Hank slapped her. She heard the echo of the slap, but didn't feel it. She remained silent. She could see and hear them, but they really didn't register for close distance.

Hank rapidly spoke as he tore off Little Girl's formal office attire. "I'll hold her, so you can dress her."

She stood in black lace from bra to garter and thigh highs in front of the semi-busy street for everyone to see.

"Inspection?" Hank asked as he grabbed her limp arms and held them behind her.

Daddy nodded in slight anger at her. He would make her punishment of the two week infractions be memorable for everyone. He walked up to her and ripped her black lace thong in a snap. He felt her cunt-dry and cold. He became furious. She hadn't edged. She wasn't wet for him. He took his belt off and began to whip her cunt, and thighs. Her body jumped, but her face remained expressionless. Daddy punched her face. Her body continued to react, but she was an empty shell. "Looks like I will have to bring her back to basics."

Hank released her, but grabbed her hair to snap her head back to his gritted teeth. "You need to ask for anything and everything. You cannot do anything on your own."

She didn't hear it and didn't notice the t-shirt that read "Daddy's Cock Slut/Cum Slave" fall over her head and was adjusted.

"Thanks, Hank," Daddy said as he fit her black punishment collar-the one with inside metal teeth-around her neck and led her into the house by the leash attached.

Once inside, it took five minutes for her eyes to adjust, but even then she couldn't see. She could only see the beautifully naked olive woman sing to her. She smiled.

The smile was misconstrued by Little Girl's mother, mother-in-law, and Daddy.

"You look like yourself now," her mother stated as she pinched Little Girl's nipples through the fitted tee. "Being a corporate bitch is unnatural for you. You are exactly who you naturally are with Daddy."

"Why does she look so far away, Son?" her mother-in-law questioned as she critiqued as usual.

"She's misbehaved and doesn't know what to do. She is lost and I'm trying to bring her back. Bad headspace." Daddy explained as he looked at the smile with vacant eyes. He was sad she had gotten so far away from him, but anger over loss of control was what ate at him the most. "I want my Little Girl, not a lifeless fucktoy."

"Hmph! You deserve one for not being pleased in two weeks," his mother insisted as she walked behind Little Girl and lifted the shirt to examine Little Girl's anal opening of the belt.

Little Girl loved anal play and was very sensitive to any touch. She didn't react to her mother-in-law's fingers.

Little Girl's mother touched her red face partially swollen by Daddy's earlier deck and then moved to the large, contained chest. "Slapping always worked before. . . a breast rub might work." She looked straight into the glazed brown eyes. "Little Girl, you need to let Daddy bring you back through his release of frustration. It's been two weeks. You need to be reminded that you are not a businesswoman, you are Daddy's whore."

"Son, sit down. Let this ingrate nurse on your cock for a while. "

"I don't want to leave until I know she is the whore I know she can be and Daddy is happy." Her mother continued to rub her chest.

"No one is leaving. I want to watch my son use your girl to his greatest pleasure. I like watching her holes being gaped." She stroked Little Girl's hair as Daddy listened to his mother and sat on the green couch. He took his large penis out slowly, erect by the talk of the dueling mothers, who pushed Little Girl onto her knees between his.

Her mother guided her head to the dick with ease. "Kiss it, Baby. You need to eat. You've been eating the wrong food for two weeks. You only eat and drink Daddy. It feels so good inside you."

Little Girl's lips began to slowly move around it and they all breathed in relief.

"Come back to me, Little Girl," Daddy said as he impaled her mouth with his growing dick.
She took him down her throat and began to bob and suck as they had watched her do at several family events and whenever they stopped by. Her mother stroked her hair as his took pictures for the family scrapbook. After several minutes of furious face fucking, saliva being thrown about, and no effect of choking to be found in the throat used to the pace by rote, his mother broke the conversation silence.

"I don't think you should feed her until you've reopened her ass. She shouldn't be allowed to sit for two weeks and her hole should be so gaped we can run studs down the inside."

Her mother delighted at the idea. "We can check the piercings, keep her gape open. I want to help keep her in line, Daddy."

His mother pushed Little Girl's head into his crotch so she couldn't breathe. "He could replace you, cocksucker, for someone who will revere his cock and everything he gives."

She released Little Girl who gasped for breath with tears in her eyes.

Her mother was overjoyed. "It's working! I see tears!" She looked at Little Girl. "He is going to bruise you inside so horribly you won't be quick to forget him again... I want this pain so badly for you."

His mother jumped in as she stroked her son's monster cock. "She needs to be stretched out to the whore proportion she deserves. Son, I want you to have an even better fuck than you did last holiday. Remember when we got to watch you fill her right before dinner? She's your whore and needs to be beaten back into place."

The mothers removed her belt because his dick was too massive for the anal opening in the belt. They positioned her on the spanking stool near the front window. They laughed as the neighbors gathered to watch Little Girl's whipping. They could hear the crowd shouts of "Set Daddy's cum dump right!" and "Bitch needs a harsh reminding!"

The crowd suddenly realized it would be anal sex, not a whipping and they cheered Daddy on. Her mother got on her knees behind Daddy and began to lick and suck his asshole so his dick would get even bigger and thicker. Daddy moaned as he rubbed his dick up and down Little Girl's ass crack. His mother spread Little Girl's ass cheeks-to the cheer of the outside crowd-and ran her fingers over the pretty lines around the asshole that had seen Daddy's cock quite a few times. She spanked the delicate flesh and Little Girl only muttered incoherently. She let go as the penetration took place-slowly so it hurt more because her mucous membrane couldn't lubricate enough for the girth. She slapped Little Girl's face and pinched her nipples out of the bra cups and out of the v-neck to shove them into Little Girl's mouth as tears streamed down Little Girl's face.

His mother laughed. "What is it? Something in your ass? He is going to break you and then you won't be able to leave his side. No one will want you. You are Daddy's anal whore, remember?"

It was the most beautiful cosmic song, "Be The Surprise."

Then Little Girl was suddenly outside, in the backyard behind the large wooden privacy fence. Her wrists were chained and she hung from the large tree in her backyard. Her body ached by a caning she had not been present for and blood from her ass dripped to the ground. She looked to her left. Her mother hung upside down from another branch, saggy tits in her face, in rapid discussion with Daddy.

". . . but I will please you in her place, until she fully comes back. . " Her mother took his bloody cock into her mouth and sucked hopefully.

". . Punished for the insult to me and my family. . she knows her place. . you share the responsibility of her failure. . .behavior contrary to purpose. ."

"Son, we can use her until we find you a more suitable slave. Little Girl can be sold as a toilet whore. I know they need one at the C-store around the corner. We could catch a good price for anal after the stitching."

It was her mother-in-law's instruction that she really began to become present for that moment.

Her body felt different.

A shake started from within ever so slightly.

The suction of her mother's nursing of Daddy's cock was loud in the background.

The shake grew to a quake that made her limp body to appear to be swaying in an imaginary breeze.

Her mother-in-law whipped her mother's cunt with a cat-o'-nine-tails with great force.

The shake became a seizure that none of them noticed until the first fire tentacle exploded from Little Girl's body and wrapped itself around her mother-in-law's neck and squeezed. There was no blood due to the cauterization, but Daddy screamed and jumped back in horror.

The fire tentacle looked at him with sentience and he was transfixed by the flame. So mesmerized he didn't catch the four other tentacles that grabbed his appendages while the first zipped around to his ass.

He screamed and screamed until the flame popped out of his mouth and then retracted as did the others. His body burst into flames.

Her mother was silent in shock which meant there was no sound when the flames split her into quarters.
Little Girl was suddenly on the ground, her mind back in order, her emotions rampant, and she screamed in fear.

Then she exploded into a massive white and pink flame that took out the entire lot of 2775 Phet Plasse
Avenue A.

Enter Jane

Phet Plasse Neighborhood, 2725 Avenue A, Night

Little Girl basked in her excitement until the large vent for the central heat and air popped open quietly and a woman in black slid out. Little Girl wasn't scared, just curious. The woman reminded her of someone from long ago. Curvy and fit with an air of seduction and deadly purpose, the woman had jet black hair cut in a faux hawk. Her large breasts were held in place by a gun metal grey corset over the black leather cat suit. Little Girl knew she knew this woman. She just couldn't place her.

"Heidi," the woman in black and grey whispered. A clean, fresh smell cut into the juicy smell of the wax shenanigans. She walked closer to the bed calmly with palms up.

It all fell into place and Little Girl sat up in a start and whispered. "Jane?"

Jane nodded and put a finger to her lips. "I couldn't knock out the furniture."

Little Girl nodded. All of the women and men Daddy collected held a secret hierarchy in their positions as coat racks, end tables, and ottomans; Daddy ignored it, but the furniture harbored resentment toward the pinnacle relationship placement Little Girl held. "They hate me."

Jane nodded, again. She leaned closer to whisper in Little Girl's ear. "They hate themselves. I need your help."

Little Girl smiled and cocked her head to the side with a childlike wonderment. "I-I don't like to think about...Estonia."

"I understand." The way Jane said it comforted Little Girl. Jane had saved Little Girl multiple times during that hideous part of her life.

Little Girl shuddered the memories away before they sent her into hysterical wails. Jane picked up on it and stroked her long brunette locks with a motherly, comforting touch. Little Girl sighed into the touch and then her eyes grew wide as her blurted whisper released, "I heard Gyilkos saved you when he was dying himself. I thought Sadyst killed you both. Have you been here long?"

"It doesn't matter because I am here now." Jane flushed at the mention of the events of Estonia. She didn't like remembering it either. Gentle hair stroked with her right as she cupped Little Girl's face with her left. "I need to know about the Little Girl down the street."

Little Girl blanched and firmed her lips at the interruption of the hair stroke relaxation. "I cannot talk about it because I don't know. It's very scary. Like Estonia."

Jane shook her head. "Not Estonia. Something else. Something your Daddy is involved in."

Little Girl gave a defensive stance with quite a stink eye. "My Daddy loves me. He is not mean."

Jane, again, shook her head. "It's not the Daddy, it's the job."

Little Girl shook in fright. "Will they do to Daddy like what happened there?"

Jane pursed her lips. "No, Daddy works for Rojas. The Daddy down the street worked for Mulligan. I need to talk to another Mulligan Little Girl or Pet. Do you know them?"

Little Girl pissed herself in thought and grabbed her crotch in embarrassment. It was very scary-too scary. It reminded her of Estonia and the events that brought her to present. "Avenue P is filled with Mulligan Pets. I don't know most of the Little Girls here because I am not allowed outside. Daddy insists outside is very bad for me. Other Daddies will take me and hurt me-like what happened up the street. She wasn't a bad Little Girl, she just got lost doing work for her Daddy-don't tell I said it. I know she wasn't bad, her daddy was. Her Daddy was mean and made her do things because he was ignorant. He was not a good Daddy. Daddies don't make their Little Girls do what he made her do."

Jane nodded. "Are you happy here, Heidi?"

Little Girl nodded excitedly but shook her free hand's index in chastisement. "Heidi is dead. Little Girl is happy."

Jane nodded. "Your Daddy is going to a meeting about a dinner that you will have to attend with him. When he comes back, do not be scared when he says who will be there. I will tell you now so you will prepare. . . .Sadyst will be there."

Little Girl began to cry and piss herself, again, in fear. "I-I-I-"

"I will be there too." Jane whispered in haste. "Sadyst will not remember you. You are with Daddy now. He can protect you."

Little Girl calmed. "Why would Sadyst be here? We are so far away. I got far away. Why would Sadyst be here?"

"Rojas has interests that Sadyst has interest in." Jane's stomach burned for many reasons. She didn't like inflicting pain on Littles. They were Little for various reasons, but she knew this Little's reasoning and it made her sick to impart the knowledge that a Big Girl challenge was on the horizon. "You will be fine. You are so different now. No longer Heidi, now Little Girl. You will be ok. When Daddy tells you when he gets home, be a Big Girl and make him proud. You know more about Sadyst than he does. You can tell him and he will protect you."

Little Girl was calm, but very straightforward on her fear. She held her crotch with both hands-Daddy would put her in diapers again and make her sleep in the crib tonight. So much to tell Daddy. "Will she be with him?"

Jane swallowed her deep rage that fought to make its roar heard and her pulse quicken in her ears. She began to braid Little Girl's hair. "More than likely, but she doesn't matter to you anymore."

Little Girl began to cry in a small sob, but she fought it. Only the slip of tears down her face gave it away. "I can't. She. . . her children. . .I can't."

Jane cupped Little Girl's face. "She is horrible and a great wheel of cosmic justice is coming for her. You will be fine. Very pretty with Daddy. You leave her to me. She and I have a big score to settle."

"Will Gyilkos be there? Is he still alive?" Little Girl asked trying to piece to the pie together. "Does he know what she did to him?"

"He's dead," Jane stated emphatically. It wasn't a lie. Kay was born the moment Gyilkos dissolved away upon the first step on City soil. A pact had been made. She shuddered internally. A pact she made as Peach, but now she wasn't Peach anymore. A justification to ease her act of betrayal upon a betrayal, Jane pushed it from her mind and turned the braid into a sloppy knot that added more youth to Little Girl's face that had soured during the conversation. Jane smiled as sincerely as she could in the warmest way. "My score with her. You stay with Daddy. Now which Pet should I find first?"



The Dreamscape

Orchard, M. Kay Castle, Early Morning

Kay jumped from the ginormous pear tree and caught her-she was in the light purple shree sarong with matching head wrap and was lost in pensiveness. They rolled into the soft earth and patches of grass as he kept a rough grasp of her. They hadn't seen each other in over a month and he wasn't supposed to be home for another month. She was beyond surprised, but kept her countenance relaxed as her body when he rolled her several feet from his point of contact. He had her pinned well when they stopped the roll. They looked at each other, blue to bluey-hazel.

"Welcome Home," she stated in her sultry voice as she felt his erection through his black BDU. She couldn't move her arms to touch his face.

"Only for a short time. I have to go back. Mulholland has Swift Squad on the move," he explained quickly as he let her arms go and had her sarong up to her breasts for a quick entrance after an unzip.

She bucked and raised her arms above her head as he returned his grip to her arms and thrust deeply. It had been too long and his smile said so. Her voice was humorous. "Home for a turn in the grass."

He laughed as he pummeled her in a quick then slow motion against her active pussy muscles and steady stream of her initial cum of entry. "Home to you, Peach, we need this. You've been mysterious, but I hear you are staying busy in the castle."

She smiled because she knew he always kept close tabs and she was fine with that, since there was an internal household understanding. She knew he hated that she looked like Jane now because of Estonia, but he insisted she stay Peach to him, privately. "Darkness is all. I've missed you."

He thrusted harder upon hearing her sentiment. "I missed you. . . you can't be with me like before. . .it's like Estonia again, but different. . . "

She was surprised that he would mention Estonia in that way. So many things were different then. So many things he didn't know. He was Gyilkos back then, a fierce and unforgiving killing machine.

She kept her voice soft and loving. "We are here now. . ."

His skill distracted her. She wanted to melt into him in the best way. Could she with her recent secrets or the old ones? She was conflicted, but fought to not let it show. "I. . .I. . ."

His cock was a solvent. She wanted to enjoy, but not give away. She couldn't. Too much he didn't know and he would despise her forever from keeping it from him for so long. She remembered the internal household pact and melted into that.

"What, Peach? Tell me, Baby," he said as he continued his slow to rough pounce on her pussy. She leaked against his thickness with every thrust.

"I. . I," She gasped as she fully realized she should've said it long before that moment. Long before everything had turned on its ear and gone to shit. Long before what she would have to do soon that would probably destroy everything they had both worked toward and hoped. "I love you, Mikhail. . I love you like breath and blood."

He smiled in a way she had never seen before.

He looked at her in a furious thrust that he had been waiting for so long.

He looked at her like everything had fallen into place.

She crushed the turmoil on the inside because this was the face and look that she had longed for and had not realized.

This was the look of him that she never knew would make her womb leap and her soul cry.

"I've loved you, Peach, more than you can ever know. I've waited. . . "

He quickened his pace as she came around his mass.

The best fuck he had ever given her.

The best fuck he ever wanted in his life.

The most peaceful calm centered him. He wanted to fill her, impregnate her, and relish in the peace of their lives. Their peace out of so much torrid hate, evil, and injustice-finally, they get their due. "I want, Peach. I've wanted us to be a family. We are going to have a family."

The rush of love, the magic they always made by experienced cock and tight, muscled pussy, the emotional darkness and trauma they shared, now bore something new and he would not waste it. He came like he never had before and she accepted like she never had before. There was no anger; there was no case, no darkness, no secrets in that moment, just existed as two people in love.

Chit Chat with a Clitty Kitty

Phet Plasse, 310 Avenue P, Early Evening

The Woman Formerly Known As Jane-Then Peach-But Now Jane, sat in the darkness behind the shed that was to the left of the couple in the manicured back yard.

"Very good, Sweetkit," the large, deep voiced man said as he watched the woman on bound knees and elbows piss against the large oak tree. The sound of the urine rush was loud and full. "You really needed to go.. .That's it, let all of it out like the feline you are."

Sweetkit's body shuddered which made the long cat tail butt plug shake. She meowed with the utmost satisfaction.

The man stroked the tail softly. "Now rub yourself clean on the grass. I know how much you like the way the grass tickles your clitty."

Sweetkit purred longingly. She wore a leopard print bustier and nothing else. Her hair was long and rainbow colored. She had a leopard print collar around her neck with a little bell attached to it. She was lost in the feeling of the grass, long and slightly prickly, against her waxed softness. She didn't hear the large thud of her husband's landing onto the grass, but reacted when her butt plug popped out because he had gripped the tail when he fell.

Before she could scream, she felt the plug back in place and saw the woman in a black cat suit and grey corset. Curiosity got to her as she watched the woman gently lift Owner's torso and drag him to the opposite side of the tree. As Owner was positioned to sit, the woman returned to a shaken Sweetkit.

"He's fine. He's just had a long day. I was taking a walk nearby and saw him. How are you?" the woman said smoothly. Sweetkit found her voice soothing and meowed.

The woman nodded. "Sweetkit, were you and Owner at the convention last month?"

Sweetkit narrowed her dark thick eyebrows.

"Did you both go to a secret party?" The woman got on her knees and stroked the nudity above and below the leopard bustier. The sensations of soft finger tips on a sensitive back side made Sweetkit press her pussy back into a rub on the grass. "Pretty kitty."

Sweetkit purred, her body conditioned for certain play after a task.

The woman began to stroke the tail and move the tail's plug around, just like she had watched Owner do throughout the surveillance. Sweetkit began to moan as it hit all of the sensitive zones in her ass.

Owner always had her confess depraved thoughts after she rubbed the grass. Owner always insisted a clear conscience was best for sleep. She purred and meowed loudly before she spoke in a soft, kitten voice. "Daddy said I would be safe. Don't drink the milk, only his. The Others drank the bad milk. They needed it to be corrected."

Jane continued to stroke the kitten in a very light, but determined action that sent Sweetkit into a frenzy against the grass until she rolled over and exposed her tight, branded belly. Jane rubbed her from bell to bottom and Sweetkit reacted with wet and moan. "What needed to be corrected?"

"They believe they are better than us. They aren't." Sweetkit shivered as Jane manipulated her lower, slick folds of skin. "We showed them that they are beneath us. They don't know The Master. We showed them."

Jane rubbed further into a light tease of penetration of orifice. "Who is The Master?"

Sweetkit meowed loudly in confusion by feeling and ignorance.

Jane decided to drop the question for one other. "What happened to those who drank the bad milk?"

Sweetkit rolled her torso one way and her bottom half another as she jolted in a sway by Jane's manipulation of her large clitoris. Sweetkit meowed and cooed. "They got to see The Master when He chose to see them."

"Is that what happened on Avenue A, Sweetkit?" Jane asked softly as she brought the feline to near orgasm, but held it at bay for an answer.
"T-T-T-The M-M-Mas-TER TOOK CONTROL!" Sweetkit exclaimed as she edged against the fingers in hopes of a follow through.

Jane kept Sweetkit on the precipice for a moment more. "Where is The Master?"

Sweetkit jerked as hard as she could to find release, but Jane was faster and lightly touched Sweetkit's upper thighs. Sweetkit could only moan loudly in frustration that was really desire heightened. "L-L-L-ook High In The Night. . E-E-E-EVEN WHEN UNSEEN. . . h-h-h-e-e-e-IS SEEN!"

Jane plunged three fingers inside of Sweetkit in a jolt thrust and the feline came in a torrent. The meows and shrieks drew attention as lights came on suddenly.

Sweetkit still writhed as the security team scaled the fence and into the backyard, but Jane was gone.



Jizzybelle Heart to Heart

Magnolia Motel Room 16, In The City, Early Afternoon

Jizzybelle awoke with a start against her black ball gag locked securely in place. There was a slight headache beat in her head while she realized she could only move her eyes. She became relieved when she realized Daddy had moved them to their Slut Getaway -- the cheap blue and green motel room that smelled of faint past indiscretion, lightly rancid bleach, and fresh linen. She looked ahead at herself in the large mirror on the wall. Daddy had her in the pink latex bitch suit, positioned and secured with straps at the end of the bed.

It had been a very scary three months since the conference that became the origin of a series of disasters. Daddy and Jizzybelle had not returned to their beautiful home in Phet Plasse. He didn't trust it with Rojas security forces in lurk and snipe at every Mulligan movement. Daddy had been swift and certain to keep them on the move. They had stayed in a beautiful secret cottage in the Country for a bit before they had to stay in Daddy's office for a week, then they moved around the City. Daddy promised she would be safe and keyed up the inspections that felt more medical recently than the playfulness of the past. Daddy drew blood samples, hair samples, and even her love juice that flowed whenever Daddy was present. All she knew was the love he did it-like her life was a slip in his grasp. She loved it.

She had no clue what time it was, but her mouth was dry. Daddy had given her a drink for travel so when he packed her in the case or the cargo container, she wouldn't be the wiser and why she felt hungover at the moment. The desire and need for Daddy's presence made her unsettled in her stomach. She observed the solid brown puppy tail in her ass move in a nervous shake in the mirror. Her pussy was wet and craved him.

The door opened slowly and Daddy walked in with an unsettled face. A woman in a black leather cat suit and gray corset followed closely behind him and Jizzybelle didn't see the gun in Daddy's back until the door closed and Daddy stopped in front of Jizzybelle.

"Don't hurt my little girl," he pleaded in a tone of voice Jizzybelle had never heard Daddy use. She felt very scared. She couldn't help Daddy at all in her suit.

"Dr. Heart, I'm not here to hurt. I'm here to help, quietly." The woman's voice was so calm that Jizzybelle felt better instantly. "Sit on the bed with her. I have questions and then we can really discuss your current state of affairs."

His runner's body with a faded spray tan and sunken face due to loss of sleep, appetite, and massive stress sat next to Jizzybelle with an arm around her in a protective wave. He looked like shit, but he still glared at the woman. "Who are you?"

"Take the ball gag out of her mouth," the woman said as she pulled bottled water from her backpack behind her and tossed it to the doctor. "Give her something to drink. You should've given her an IV. A dehydrated pet is a dead one."

Dr. Heart caught it and threw it back. "I don't know who you are."

The woman nodded her head and put the bottled water back in her pack without a drop of aim. "Understandable. Quite a predicament from the last party, right?"

Both of the faces that looked at the woman glared with hatred and exasperation. The woman put the gun into the hip holster on her right side. She smiled at them, as she sat on top of the desk adjacent to them. "She drank the milk, didn't she?"

They both looked at her like she was nuts. She shrugged. "Well, the milk was bad, too...How was she infected?"

Jizzybelle began to cry and Dr. Heart began to stroke her. "It's FINE! You aren't infected." He turned to really give the stink eye. "WHO.THE.FUCK.ARE.YOU?"

"You can call me Jane, "she replied smoothly with the calmest tone. "I'm trying to help you, so help me."

"How? With your gun? Scaring my little girl?" Dr. Heart growled as he clutched a frightened Jizzybelle like he would take off with her at any moment. Then he sighed, exhausted by the evasion, and sad for his Jizzybelle. "We weren't there for the conference. We were there for the Lifestyle Party. I got an invite from a secured source. I believed we would be safe. I don't bring my wife out for nothing."

Jane kept her face calm with a reassurance that both the doctor and his wife felt genuinely. "I understand and I want you both to be safe. Explain what happened."

"It was a gathering in a warehouse two blocks from the Conference of AI and Cloning Projects. She and I were visiting family. We weren't involved in the conference at all. It was a Lifestyle gathering. I checked it out. We met the people we knew. We stayed in the Shibari Room. We literally hung out with the people we knew."

Jane mused at the pun. "Did you consume what was given there?"

Dr. Heart fumed and then settled. "I trusted the mixes from the friends we knew. Now I don't know. I want her safe. She is MY WIFE. She won't be those lab rats I examine. She won't be a test subject or a point of order in their dealings."

"It makes a difference now it's in your home, with a woman you love?" Jane queried with a raise left brow.

Dr. Heart avoided it, but it was all over his face-the regret, humility, and the worry. "I love my wife. I want her safe. No one really knows who she is. I want her safe. She's my wife."

Jane looked at Jizzybelle. "I know you explained to Daddy what happened, but what was different?"

Jizzybelle began to cry, so Jane drew her 9mm and pointed it straight to Dr. Heart's head. "Get the fuck out to save your wife."

Dr. Heart growled as he left and Jane locked the door behind him. The pounding began immediately as Jane placed the voyeur chair in a brace under the knob. "Will you tell me before he breaks the door down or do I have to take you?"

Jizzybelle was lost. She knew, but Daddy would kill her. She knew and Daddy would be saved. She knew and nothing would ever be the same. "Take me away to save Daddy. Anywhere but here. He will be safe. He goes to work."

Jane unbound her and slid them both into the ducts in a hasty way of slightly putting the vent back into place. They were on the roof by the time Dr. Heart beat the door down and Juris had Jane and Jizzybelle in the air to a safe house no one would ever consider.



Another Dreamscape

Kitchen, M. Kay Castle, After Midnight

Magda placed a glass of vodka before a Jane bruised and swollen, and sat at the small table in the corner of the kitchen with her own glass and the bottle. The older Estonian woman looked at her with sad eyes to match Jane's. "You love him. No sad."

"I love him and I will kill his wife." Jane said, softly, as she downed the vodka in a gulp. "I will bring him the ashes and no explanation."

Magda poured herself a glass. "He will not accept it from you. You will have to find something else."

Jane placed her empty in front of Magda for more. "He deserves the truth."

Magda drank and poured Jane a fresh one. "He deserves real love. You've lived with the knowledge this long; you can take it to grave."

Jane sighed because Magda was right. Magda was the true stronghold of the castle. Magda knew so much about so much and had the discernment to dole the wisdom.

"Make her suffer that is your justice and his. Make her remember every child. Bring back what is left, we will find a way to get it to him," Magda stated with decision after she killed her glass. "You two have future. She doesn't."

"There is no amount I can give her to suffer that would be sufficient for the children. None." Jane killed her glass and pushed to have more. Magda, reluctantly, gave it.

Magda nodded as she passed the full glass to Jane. "You have future with Mikhail. You want future with Mikhail. He has waited for it. He has been more than patient with you."

Jane began to cry. Something she rarely did. "I want that, but-"

Magda cut in. "You are stronger. You can want and have. You have to be as you were before. . .Before he said how we had to be. You know you love. You know you hate. You know death. You made death before, you can make death now. Especially now. You have same purpose as then, but for more victims than then."

Jane wailed as she drank, then pushed for more. Again, Magada, reluctantly gave, and pushed back. It was sight rare and Magda gave strong countenance. Jane had never known true maternal comfort and Magda wouldn't give it now. Jane had to find her strength. Had to center in the dark part of herself where there was nothing, where the nightmares lived in total detachment of all humanity, all semblance of value, the machine of murder, death.

"You are strong, Jane. You will avenge. You will bring comfort to yourself for the souls that are not lost. They frolic in heaven, but their mother. . .she deserves the pain that you can wield in excellence. Slow. For Heidi, for Petra, for the children, you will avenge, even for Mikhail. I suspect he will know in time. He will never speak of it, but he will know in time." Magda was certain as she emptied her glass. "He ran to you as past and future. Inherently, he will know why. You are problem and solution. He chose solution. He never asked why you were there, what you saw. He never asked because he chose to not know. Same as now, you do this, he chose not to know, so he will never know because he already knows and chose you."

Jane found comfort in the reason and wiped her eyes on her tight black long sleeve. "I hurt, Magda, in a way. I don't like the lie, but I understand why."

"Poet!" Magda exclaimed in a humorous way and Jane laughed as she wiped her tears on her sleeve. "Like Billy Joel!"

Jane couldn't help but laugh uproariously. "Matter of Trust!"

They both laughed as each poured a new drink.

All would be well. . . for some.



The Second Explosion

Broken Abbey, In The City, Early Evening

The cryptic nature of the place always made most go away in the middle of Rego-Ville. The streets were full of gyrating and mutating zombie-like figures that ate each other and performed acts of violence that kept cops and most military away. The government and different corporate entities kept a safe distance for study. It wasn't a ghetto; it was a CDC war zone.

So it was a perfect safe house for Jane.

The upper tower was where they stashed Jizzybelle in a frantic state to spill her guilty conscience. Jizzybelle was certain she would be dead before her husband found her.

"Please let me spill and do away-Archie deserves better-he always tells me so. I am not worth anything and now I'm here and I'm worth nothing and Archie will be better off. Baby did a bad thing!" she rambled quickly as they positioned her into the tower cell and closed off everything from the helipad entrance and the tower stair case hall.

Everyone ignored her. The team had to pick off the snipers from different gangs and lesser corporate entities that wanted to claim the unknown. The major players kept away because this was the lesser being test run-this was the street drug in the worst action. Something to study and refine so the drug could be used in the "correct" way and the best entity got the most money.

They strapped Jizzybelle to the bed on the stone wall due to her wail and flail. She frantically tried to explain the entire debacle; it came out as gibberish and tears.

Jane, calmly, stepped toward the secured long haired, permed blonde, curved body and fleshy assed Jizzybelle who flushed against her restraints like her Daddy taught. "What happened?"

"I had to spill the Rego!" Jizzybelle began again. "They were going to kill Daddy! I am below what Daddy is due and if I gave them the milk, I will rise above! She told me! Give them the milk, Daddy will LOVE me! He hasn't loved me and touched me and protected me for so long. So many many women he placed above me."

Jane kept her face straight. "What and Who?"

"The naked woman in the sand! She sent the man who pleased me in secret when Daddy wouldn't! Daddy loved me once! Daddy treasured me once! Then the other women came! Sometimes I brought them! His happiness mattered most to me! His happiness was my happiness. He left me even when he was present. We lost us. I wanted us back. I thought the spill would get us back," Jizzybelle explained with a ferver of shakes and spittle. Her tears were gone and hysteria compelled her to rush with confession. Her voice changed dramatically into a deeper tone. "YOU WILL LISTEN!!"

Jane looked at her with a raised manicured brow."Who is the 'naked woman in the sand'?"

"She speaks to make us BETTER! Give the milk and we are assured LOVE," Jizzybelle assured with ethereal certainty. She began to shake with an unnatural fervor. She rolled with it , looked at Jane, and then spat a large wad of blood onto Jane's corset. "She knows what Master wants. She will get it for him. They will all die. They won't understand until they die."

"WHO WILL DIE?" Jane exclaimed as she tried to hold the woman against her shakes.

Jizzybelle shook with an unnatural laughter in a voice not her own. "ALL AGAINST THE MASTER. FOOLS. FOOLS. FOOLS. THEY TAKE A YOUNG GIRL AND GET VENGEANANCE!"

Jane watched as Jizzybelle shook, spat, and laughed. Jane took a step back and noticed the light trails of blood as they seeped out of Jizzybelle's exposed skin.

Jizzybelle seized and screamed. "ROJAS WILL SET IT AND MASTER WILL END IT."

Within moments of hysterical laughter, Jizzybelle exploded with a vibrancy that sent the Abbey tower to rubble.

Yet, Jane floated in a plasma bubble as the fire consumed and devoured everything in front and around her. Her vision was unaffected by heat or flame. The large bubble protected her and contained her as the fire swam around it unnaturally in slow waves with body parts and torn faces occasionally in a bob. She didn't shake, she didn't scream, she didn't react at all, but she knew she should've. She stood inside the plasma paralyzed as everyone and everything incinerated slid down in ashy debris. She felt the plasma eat at her clothes to touch her skin. She couldn't fight it. She couldn't struggle. Then the voice filled her ears. "You carry vengenance with a strength and persistence I admire. You will carry out mine for now."

The plasma reached Jane's skin and burned it in streaks. The bubble floated until it popped itself on a small sharp edge of what was left of an aged stairwell in the defunct abbey. As it popped, Jane was able to feel the pain of the abuse and got her voice back-just in time to scream as she fell a few floors and landed on debris in a tucked position she fought to have to minimize the damage. She knew she would survive, but barely.

The impact muffled her final scream as she slid into a darkness that wasn't her own.

Inspector San-Angel's Jane Addiction

City Hospital, Coma Wing 7, Room 3, Early Morning

The sunlight streaked through the broken blinds of the simple, sterile hospital room. Beyond the small blips and beeps of the equipment attached to the comatose victim, the only sound was of a Styrofoam cup in hand brought to large smooth lips to deposit the aromatic coffee. He was in a black trench coat and Italian shoes worn from many a mystery. He was a tall man with a thick build and a presence that made confessions come easy. His widow's peak was accentuated by the high and tight cut of his deep black hair. His shadow that loomed over her molested her in a curious way as if careful of the bandages and stitches.

He stood in a trance of her, like he had for a month any chance he got. The grafts had taken well and she appeared healed on a quicker schedule than any imagined. She looked beautiful with her scrapes and scars. She had haunted him since the moment he had found her-the only survivor of the explosion. Jane Doe was her name for now. Nothing had pulled up on the somewhat prints he could get. Her teeth gave nothing and her DNA hadn't been registered anywhere. He had figured a runaway, caught up in cult warfare, which was common in the Warehouse District amongst the Rego-heads and homeless, and she had been an unfortunate street tale that lived to carouse another day. Except, the story didn't fit her somehow, she appeared to be more than that-better. He wondered by some of her scarring if she hadn't been some kind of vigilante trying to clean up Rego-Ville. There were a few of those-almost a gang, really-that wandered the streets to fight the good fight. He shook his head and scoffed. Good fight, whatever that was anymore.

He slid the wooden stool up to the bed, as close as he could get to her right ear. He had decided when the shift had ended that he would talk to her that morning, not just stare at her as he had for so long. He would introduce himself. Wooly, his partner, had explained coma patients heard and registered everything.

Wooly, you better be fucking right, he thought. He cleared his throat, then took another gulp of coffee. He placed the cup on the stand next to the bed and leaned his face into her right ear."Hello, Miss. I pulled you out of the rubble that night. Your skin melted on me and. . . " He stopped-disgusted with himself. Melting skin won't endear her, asshole. "I'm Sylvester San-Angel. I'm an Inspector for City Drug Task Force. I would like to know your name sometime."

He pulled back. She remained unresponsive. This was the best conversation he had with a woman in years, so he smiled. He continued with another lean. "You are a mystery I would like to solve. Who are you? Where did you come from? You seem pleasant. I don't think you're a Rego-head or doper. I like to think you were at the wrong place at the wrong time. That's what I thought I was that night. A case took me to the WD and I always hate going down there. I was down the street when BA blew-it shook every condemned place down in that area. Saved City Hall a lot of money, made a lot of contractors mad, but it's a treasure hunt for rubble down there now. It was weird that night. I couldn't see anything because of the ash, but I kept walking until I hit a big pile of debris and there you were... placed on top of it-most of your clothes gone and you looked rough. There was something about how you looked-fragility on a strong woman. .or just displaced. Like you shouldn't have been there, but it was exactly where you needed to be."

He shook his head. Get it the fuck together, San-Angel. I'm starting over. "I'm Sylvester San-Angel. I found you and I can't get you out of my head. I want to know who you are. I need to know anyway. You are a case-unofficial-to me. You have to wake up and tell me because I'm an Inspector and I always get the answers."

He pulled back and stared at her. He felt embarrassed and frustrated. He tried his interrogation tone, but kept it low so the nurses outside wouldn't notice. They were curious about his visits, though he always assured it was police business. "Nobody innocent goes to Rego-Ville and lives. You need to open your eyes and tell me who the fuck you are and why you were there. No arguments. No meandering answers. Open. Your. Eyes."