“Oooh so adventurous” Nick teased “you do know there’s more
than three colours, ya fag”.
“I don’t like ‘em when they look unnatural” Jeff replied “I
saw one with snake eyes once, almost spilled my lunch” A chorus of laughter
emerged from the group.
“If you wan’em natural lookin’ why don’t you, y’know’ fuck
an actual woman?” Another burst of laughter.
“Listen when you find me an 18 year old girl with tits the
size of ya head who wants to get ridden by a fat, bald 40 year old crane
operator then I’ll be happy to, but until that day I’ll do it this way.”
Outside Madam Maria’s a group of protestors had gathered,
their placards emblazoned with slogans like ‘Liberate your sisters’ or ‘Sex
slavery in 2077! Really?’ Jeff shrugged their shouts off with a simple “Psshh”
whilst Nick responded to a sign saying ‘Woman aren’t objects’ with “Well these
ones are” and laughed his way into the building.
Princess Marpesia’s legs ached as she sprinted across the ceaseless
rooftops of the vast, glowing city. Her leather sandals slipped as she ran but
she kept pace as her time was short. ‘MADAM MARIA’S’ shone like a hot pink
beacon, guiding her path, growing closer with ever stride. Mapersia’s hand
gripped the cold metal object in her satchel, making sure it was still there, she
prayed to the gods it would work. Soon she was at the edge of the final roof
before Maria’s, she pushed hard to accelerate and, with all her effort, dove
forward off of the building. Rain drops splashed across her face as she shot
across the gap between the two structures, her fists pointed towards an
opportune window.
Glass shattered around her as she hit the dirty velvet
carpet with a thud, splattered with blood she got up and pressed on. Hobbling
between rooms she thrust open doors, eyeing up whoever was inside. In the third
one sat a fat, balding man in his early forties, his calloused hands suggested
he worked on a building site. Next to him lay a tall, slim blonde woman with synthetic
skin stretched over enormous breasts. One swift kick to the head left the man
unconscious and Marpersia approached to girl who watched her with curiosity, a
phony look of childish concern on her face. Marpersia forced the girls head
forward and carved the back of her neck out with a small curved blade she had retrieved
from her satchel. Without a scream or drop of blood a black cable was inserted
into the freshly opened wound.
The silver gadgets screen lit up in the princesses hand,
‘Recalibration in process’ flashed black against the neon blue square. Crackling started to radiate from the blonde
girls swollen pink lips, her expression fell to neutrality. Time was ticking
and Marpersia was becoming more and more anxious. “Come on!” she demanded of the
gizmo, slapping it with an open palm, she’d never like technology. The girl
stopped buzzing and the machine flashed ‘Complete’, the screen went black. With
that Marpersia bounded out of the room towards the shattered window she had
come through. As she ran naked women, their skin impossibly smooth and their
hair glimmering like iridescent jewels, stood in the many doors ways of the
thin pink corridor, watching the princess. Leaping out of the window she felt
an overwhelming feeling of relief, her sisters would be avenged, her job was
completed. As her mind relaxed and her body fell, a faint tick sounded from
underneath her skull.
Bone fragments and chunks of brain splattered the sides of
the building and rained down on the protestors below. A loud thud brought their
attention to the limp lifeless body of a tall muscular woman, dressed in what
looked like a centurion costume, charred ragged skin hung loose around her neck
where her head used to be.
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