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Aleksei’s Apartment, Moscow
January 1st 1929 16:34PM
"Try again," Aleksei insisted.
Leona, eyes closed, nodded. It was hard to keep her concentration when her Master, her God, was in such close proximity. He moved again, his clothes brushing lightly against her naked body. She flushed and somehow bit back the moan that had formed in her chest. However, her hard erect nipples signaled her arousal to anyone who cared to look.
Aleksei did look but didn't really care. The sexual needs of his new slave was far less interesting than exploring her new gifts and expanding her mind to the point where she could serve him. Still, he had been on the planet long enough to know that for humans, a carrot was often a better inducement than a stick. Smiling, he cupped her firm breast and played with her large erect nipple. This time she couldn't fight down the moan.
"Do you like that slave?" he whispered, his mouth close to her ear.
Leona was in ecstasy, her God had noticed her, played with her. Aleksei's dark sexuality filled her thoughts, her desire rippled through her body. The sensation overcame her. Struck dumb she could only nod.
"You want to serve me"? he whispered, "you want to please me?"
"Yes Master," she gasped, not daring to breathe in case it ruined the moment. She lived to serve, the thought of failing him was unimaginable.
"I hunger," he said.
Leona's heart almost stopped, she trembled, her breath coming in short, hurried pants. Deep down in her pussy she felt a warm tingle, the arousal spread to her already erect nipples. He was just millimeters away and every nerve, every fiber of her body cried for him.
"Get me the chocolate," Aleksei said, the sound of dark amusement evident in his voice.
Somehow she fought down her disappointment. "Yes Master," Leona said. She reached out her gloved hand, feeling the tingle through the cybernetic hook up. Like most of the Master's technology it wasn't designed to be used by a human, only her implant and the extensive rewiring of her brain allowed her to use it at all. Even so the forced meeting of alien super technology and human gray matter was still far from perfect. She had failed twice and she could sense his growing impatience.
"What do you see?" he asked, liquid darkness dripping from every word.
"I see the box Master," Leona said. Her eyes were still closed but in her mind the wooden box appeared real and solid, able to be seen and manipulated in three dimensions, possibly more.
"There is a number written on the bottom slave, what is it?"
"A three," Leona said, in her mind the box seemed as clear as if she was seeing it directly, perhaps more so, even with her eyes open she couldn't see the underside of the box.
"Good," Aleksei said with satisfaction, "now extend you mind and feel the box, taste it's essence.
She did as ordered, thousands of jumbled, confused images cascaded thought her opened mind. For a moment they swamped her. She tried to give them substance but they slid away like sand though her fingers. This was where she had failed before. This time she fought back, forcing order in the chaos, turning the thousands of conflicting patterns into one consistent image.
"I...it's dead," Leona said at last. An odd feeling of melancholy gripped her.
"So is most of the universe child," he said gently, "but you can still sense it's nature. Now taste it, tell me what you feel."
Leona threw her head back and moaned as the song of the long dead tree sang inside her. She felt her roots buried deep in the rich, moist soil, felt the sun on her leaves, tasted the life flowing through them. She felt the ebb and flow of almost two hundred seasons, the joy of the summer, the thick, drowsy sadness of the winter.
The bite if the axe.
"Ohhhh," she reared up as she felt the tree's death. For a moment she almost broke the link but Aleksei's firm hand on her shoulder gave her the courage to continue.
"Now go deeper," he murmured in her ear, gently kissing her neck from behind.
Still overwhelmed by the sensation Leona nodded. This time she saw the structure of the wood, the long dead cells like opened tombs. She could see how the cellulose fibers that formed the tree's skeleton still remained, giving the wood its structure and strength.
“I ... I can see it’s structure Master,” she breathed.
"Very good slave now go deeper," he whispered, kissing her soft neck again.
Aroused and excited Leona pushed deeper.
Suddenly the box disappeared. She stopped, confused then looked again. She could see the outline of the box as a blue-green colored shadow and a latticework of tiny needle points that twinkled and shimmered. She found she could see though the outline and into the box itself. The chocolates that filled the box where clearly visible, she could even see through to the desk the box was resting on.
"Look at the outline," he prompted.
Leona's brow creased as she concentrated. Now she could see that there was more than one outline each extending a different distance from the box. The outlines were not solid lines she realized, just a general field of color whose density seemed to increase suddenly when it approached some limit. She started to count each distinct outline, finally arriving at a figure of seven before she realized that there was an extra very faint line that extended far beyond the room.
"The faint outer one is the gravitational field," he said, reading her thoughts thought the implant, "the ones closer in are the greater and lesser electrostatic force and the weak and strong nuclear forces."
She nodded, not really understanding what he was saying.
"You see the lattice?" he asked.
"Yes Master," she whispered
"That is the atomic structure, the actual physicality of the box," he said. Almost immediately he sensed her confusion. "Something puzzles you slave?"
"Y...yes Master," she stuttered, hardly daring to speak, "i..it just seems that there is nothing there." She braced herself, expecting him to be angry at her ignorance. Her father, Conrad Graaf, had no tolerance for the weaknesses of his only child. She always seemed to be a great disappointment to him and he seemed to view her proudest achievements as barely adequate.
Aleksei chuckled darkly and kissed her again. "Just so!" he said, "most of the universe is nothing. Only the effect of the inter-atomic forces give any of it substance."
Leona frowned, "But Master it LOOKS solid, it feels solid."
He chuckled again. "Your mind is designed to make sense of a complex world," he said, "Everything you see, everything you feel is just an illusion. A way for your mind to make sense of a complex and confusing reality. Outside there is chaos and you mind strains to find some order in it. We fool ourselves into believing the fiction we have created." He brushed her breast. "To serve me you must push that illusion aside and embrace the universe that really exists. You must discover how to use it, how to manipulate it." He sighed, the humans had such small minds that it would take forever for her to understand.
Through their link Leona sensed his disappointment. Trembling, she extended a finger, touching the latticework slightly, willing the spin and tumble of the electrons to change, forcing an order on the chaos as she drew letters into the shimmering clusters of atoms.
“L..... like this Master?” she asked.
Aleksei blinked. From somewhere Leona had found the control necessary to change the energy states of over a billion separate atoms. The pattern she had formed had required close and careful control, few creatures could do it without becoming hopelessly lost in the details, and yet Leona had just reached out her hand and let her instincts do the rest.
Perhaps there was hope for the humans after all?
"Get me the chocolate," he said, his voice unusually kind..
Smiling, Leona reached forward. She met some resistance as he fingers came in contact with the first outline. However rather than try and work out what to do she just felt her way. The box had no real substance, she could see that, she pressed harder, forcing her way though the holes in the latticework. She still felt some resistance, like pushing thought taffy, but it wasn’t enough to stop her from reaching into the box and taking a chocolate.
Gingerly she withdrew her hand.
“Now open your eyes.” he said softly.
Leona did as she was ordered, blinking in the daylight that filled Aleksei’s cluttered rooms. In her black gloved fingers was a small chocolate. She looked at it amazed. The box was locked, she had tried it herself and that meant that she had reached *though* the wood and into the inside.
Aleksei opened his mouth. Still a little bewildered Leona popped the chocolate inside, feeling a ripple of satisfaction that she had pleased him. Aleksei chewed and swallowed.
“Excellent little one,” he said, “now look at the box.”
She looked down and saw that the box was altered. There, in the dark brown, grained mahogany top the letters of her initials stood out. The letters where a fiery red, not the red that you got from some paint or pigment but the pure red of diffracted light --the red of the rainbow.
She looked up to find the suggestion of a smile on her Master’s limp face. “You did that,” he said, “you changed the way that light reacts with the underlying atomic structure.” He caught her thought even before she had time to speak it. “The effect will fade soon enough, to inflict order on chaos is to write in sand, time washes it all away.”
There was a sadness in his voice and the need that had been building in Leona’s pussy could be denied no longer.
“M....master,” she stuttered, face and body flushed with embarrassment, nipples erect with her excitement.
“Yes little one?”
“Master, this slave has saved herself for a man. She decided to only give herself to her husband on their wedding night.” She flushed a deeper red. “Master as you own this unworthy servant now she wonders if you would want the use of her body for your pleasure.”
Aleksei laughed, a sound rich and dark. As he did so, he seemed to slip more completely into his body becoming more human looking. When he turned to face her he was back to being the man that had taken her from the embassy, his dark eyes alive, his mouth quirked in an odd smile.
Reaching out he rolled one of her erect nipples, listening with amusement to her low moan of pleasure.
“You want us to copulate my little slave?”
“Yes Master,” Leona said, her voice full of a curious mixture of need and embarrassment.
“Then we shall,” he said.
Leona looked up, eyes sparking, her body shivering with anticipation.
Aleksei raised a hand. “But first you must perform a small task for me.”
She swallowed. “Yes Master! Anything you desire.” She was so horny now that she would have done anything.....
“Good,” he chuckled, “I want you to kill Peter Heiden.”
“Immediately my Master,” Leona said, turning to leave. Peter Heiden had made the mistake of putting himself between Leona and her most desperate desire. As far as the girl was concerned he was as good as dead.
Aleksei noticed that there was not a hint of hesitation, no suggestion of second thoughts or weakness. It seemed that this time the implant was a complete success. He frowned. This was also the first time he had used his technology on a woman. Finding the world run by males he had targeted his attempts at control on them. With few exceptions they had been disappointing, either too stupid or too strong willed to make good servants. It seemed however, that the female of the species more closely fitted his needs.
“Wait Leona,” he ordered.
She paused and looked back, a look of horny determination on her face. Aleksei couldn’t resist laughing again. “Don’t you think you had better put some clothes on first?”
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Intercontinental Hotel, Moscow
January 1st 1929 17:55PM
“What *are* you wearing?” Alison Michaels asked.
Leona blushed. “Just something Aleksei found me,” she said idly, “he said that it’s a Cossack riding outfit.”
Alison stood up and walked around Leona, looking at the German girl’s amazing outfit. The short black leather jacket was wrapped tightly around Leona’s body and fastened by a narrow, knotted bet. The waist was flared, falling across the top of the ankle length, pleated leather skirt, a pair of black leather riding boots peeked out from the bottom. Together with her black gloves it seemed that only Leona’s head was not covered in black leather.
Leona giggled. “That’s not the best part,” she said conspiratorially, “ Russian women don’t ride side saddle.” She opened her legs and pulled on the sides of the skirt, revealing that in fact they were a pair of pleated pantaloons.
“Wow,” Alison said. For the first time in memory she was actually envious of one of Leona’s outfits. This little ensemble would get her all sorts of attention if she wore it while riding in Central Park. Polite society would be especially upset if she used a man’s saddle. Out west in California maybe a girl could get away with it but amongst the proper families of the east coast it simply wouldn’t do. Alison giggled as she imagined the scandal. She could create a new fashion entirely on her own.
“Could you get me one?” Alison asked.
“I could ask him,” Leona said smiling, “you could try this one on if you like ? See how you like it?” The two girls were about the same size and had traded outfits since school. Leona watched slyly as Alison looked the little ensemble over. The redheaded American was tempted. Leona waited, hardly daring to breathe. Right now she really needed Alison to try on the outfit.
“Maybe later,” Alison said, sounding amused, “I just had a bath drawn. I thought you’d have worked that out?” She waved her hand across her body. The robe she was wearing was of Chinese silk, a dragon motif painted onto the back. The silk clung lovingly to the young heiress's body showcasing every curve. For some reason Leona could feel the desire rising in her pussy again. Alison was so beautiful, so shapely, and soon she would be Leona’s. The girl could imagine Alison’s struggles, her begging looks above a tight, silencing gag. The Master had dark plans for Alison and her fortune, plans he had ordered Leona to execute. The old Leona would probably have been shocked but the new Leona looked forward to having her best friend at her mercy. For a moment she daydreamed stroking Alison’s little bud, imagining the bound girl’s muffled whimper of delight.........
“Leona are you ok?” Alison asked.
“What? Oh yes fine,” Leona said, giving Alison a sheepish grin, “just thinking about last night.”
“Did you loose, it?” Alison asked wickedly.
“Loose it?” Leona asked, then her eyes widened as the realization dawned. “Oh no! We didn’t.... I mean I didn’t. We had a long discussion about politics, art and the nature of the universe,” she said at last.
“A ha,” Alison said, “but you *wanted* to right?” She held up her hand, showing a tiny gap between finger and thumb which she peered though. “That resolution of yours came *this* close to breaking.”
Leona shuffled uncomfortably. “What makes you say that?” she asked.
Alison smirked. “You had a look of pure lust on your face,” she said, “for a moment I thought you were looking at me. I was starting to think that all those rumors about you were true.”
“Rumors?” Leona said frowning.
“That you preferred girls,” Alison said over her shoulder as she turned towards the small bathroom. “I can’t discuss it now dear, the plumbing was broken as usual, five very strong Russian boys had to bring this water up from the kitchen in buckets so I don’t want it to get cold. I was about to indulge when you arrived. I’ll keep the door open so we can talk.”
She slipped into the bathroom and closed the door a little. A few seconds later Leona could hear the sound of Alison slipping into the water.
“What rumors,” Leona persisted, “I mean who said that?”
“Most of the girl’s thought it Leo,” Alison said, her voice echoing from the bathroom, “ I mean you *were* the only girl in our class to pass the nun’s chastity test.”
“And that was a *bad* thing?” Leona asked, “that I saved myself for marriage?”
“We were in a French finishing school in Paris and it is the roaring twenties hon,” Alison called back, “actually I for one was pretty disappointed that you turned out to be so virginal, we could have had a blast back in Munich if you weren’t so afraid of daddy.”
Yesterday that comment might have troubled Leona but today she had bigger things on her mind. She walked over to the bed where a dress, a pair of bloomers and some stockings had been laid out ready.
Leona frowned. “Where are you going?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Oh yes,” Alison called, “You and your adventures last night almost made me forget. Peter found me a piano, can you believe it, a baby grand in this hell hole? Anyway, I said I’d go over and give him a recital tonight before we leave tomorrow.”
“We leave tomorrow?” Leona asked.
“Yes, damn, I didn’t tell you that either,” Alison said, “Peter was arrested last night spent most of the day with the local police. He thinks it best if we head back to Munich. Personally I think we stayed too long anyway. I’m starting to get a little tired.”
“Of Peter or of Russia,” Leona called.
Alison laughed. “Well of both really,” she admitted.
Leona remembered what her Master had told her of the Corporation and Peter’s role in it. If Peter wanted them to leave then it meant that he intended to make his move tonight. He’d obviously used his time alone with Alison to best effect and had managed to persuade her to stray away from Leona.
“I take it that this is a private recital?” Leona asked.
“No,” Alison said, “in fact he almost insisted that you come along.”
“Really?” Leona said. She frowned. That was odd, from what her Master had told her only Leona’s continued presence had saved Alison from collection. Now he wanted Leona to come along on the last chance he would have to take Alison before they returned to Munich? It didn’t make sense.
“He sent over a note, it’s on the dresser.” Alison called.
Leona walked over and retrieved the note. She scanned it quickly and confirmed that Peter had seemed very insistent that she came with Alison. She also noticed the address, one she recognized as the Corporation’s safe house in Moscow.
Leona glanced at the open bathroom door and then back at the note. What did it mean? This was obviously Peter’s final attempt to secure Alison, if they were returning to Germany tomorrow there was no other opportunity and yet this meant that Leona’s presence was no longer enough to protect the young American. Leona could only wonder why that situation had changed. Perhaps her father, who had always been disappointed not to have had a son, had finally decided to throw Leona to the wolves. The Corporation’s fee for this operation must be huge, the temptation was too great. She shook her head. Despite their differences she doubted her father would do *that* she was his only child. Then another thought struck her. The Corporation was so ruthless she doubted that they would let one man block their plans for long. Perhaps they planned to eliminate Conrad Graaf’s objections? For a moment she had a terrifying vision of her father draped across his bloodstained desk, a revolver in his dead hand.
Whatever the reason Leona was left in no doubt that they were in extreme peril. If they went to the house it seemed likely that one or more of the girls would find herself on a Corporation slave ship by morning.
“Allie?” Leona called, “Please let’s not go? We’ve been out every night this week. Let’s just stay in tonight, play cards, tell stories, you know like we used to?”
“I already said I’d come,” Alison said, “you can stay if you like but I *want* to go.”
Leona closed her eyes and sighed. Alison’s voice had that tone again. The tone that said that the pretty redhead wouldn’t take no for an answer. It seemed that the young slave would have to rework her carefully laid plans. Signing she took the bloomers and stockings from the bed. Then, from nowhere a more devious thought struck her. Glancing around the room she quickly located the pants and stockings that Alison had discarded earlier. Unable to suppress a smile she picked up the discarded under things. Bringing the bloomers to her nose Leona breathed in the rich aroma of Alison. She laughed. These would do nicely.
With a smile, Leona walked towards the bathroom door.
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“Want me to wash your back?” Leona asked.
“Leo?” Alison spluttered covering her breasts with her arm, “w....what are you doing?”
Leona shrugged and gave a small twisted smile. “Just seeing if you look as good naked as I’ve always imagined,” she said. Alison was sat in a large enamel bathtub, her back resting against the wide flared end of the tub, her feet closest to Leona and the door. Most of her body was hidden below the surface of the water. Still, what Leona could see looked delicious.
“Leo please,” Alison begged.
Leona looked shocked, “Oh come now Allie, these are the roaring twenties remember? Just a few minutes ago you were complaining that I was too virginal. Well, my friend, you cannot have it both ways.”
“G...get out,” Alison said, “pp...please?” Her words lacked any real power. Alison liked taking risks and being outrageous but only on her own terms. Now trapped naked in the bathroom with Leona she shrank back. Leona, sensing victory, moved in closer.
“I’m sorry Allie,” she said, “but Aleksei is a member of the secret police. He told me that Peter is a white slaver contracted by your uncle to kidnap you. I’m afraid I can’t let you go to the house tonight.”
Alison wasn’t sure what had gotten into her friend but there was no doubt now that Leona’s look of lust was directed at her. “T.... that story is p.. preposterous,” Alison said, “please Leona, leave now or I...I’ll scream.”
Leona tilted her head and smiled. “We can’t have that now can we Alison dear? We want to keep this private after all.” She grabbed one of Alison’s ankles. “Here,” Leona said, “Why don’t you try on my new outfit.” Through the implant Leona activated the symbiont, watching with amusement Alison’s look of horror. The riding outfit Leona was wearing lost its shape, forming a thick black syrup that flowed down Leona’s arm and into the bath.
By the time Alison had even thought to react her lower legs and knees were already covered in the slightly warm ooze. She tried to move but found that was impossible as the blackness not only stuck her legs together it also stuck them firmly to the bottom of the bath.
“W...what?” Alison started, looking shocked at her now naked friend.
Leona smiled. “It’s a cybernetic entity that was designed to protect its wearer from extreme conditions like the vacuum of space,” she explained, “this one has been reprogrammed to do a few interesting things.”
“Get it off me please, GET it Ummmppphhh!!”
Leona had heard enough. As Alison built towards a scream the young German pounced. The bloomers were stuffed into the pretty redhead’s mouth before Alison even realized what was happening. The American girl struggled and tried to claw Leona’s hands away. A moment later the blackness found the entrance to Alison’s womb and forced it’s way inside.
“Ummmmmpphhhh!” Alison squealed as her hands flew down to cover her crotch. That was a mistake, the ooze flowed through her fingers and covered her hands. Alison tugged but found them glued firmly in place. As Leona used the first stocking to tie the bloomer gag in place there was nothing that Alison could do but sit back like an erotic Brier Rabbit.
The ooze continued up Alison’s body steadily adhering her to the bottom of the bathtub. By the time the girl had recovered from the invasion of her sex it was all over, the symbiont was now only inches below her breasts and most of her upper body was immobilized. The shaking of her shoulders as she sobbed was about all the movement Alison had left.
Leona smiled and touched the blackness, using the implant to modify the symbiont’s orders. The tiny part of the device that was inside Alison immediately started to expand and contract, while the part that coated her clit began a strong, gentle vibration.
Alison whimpered into her gag as the stimulation hit her. For a second she was lost in sensation and by the time she recovered the blackness had done his work. Alison was coated from her neck to her toes by the thick black substance. Her body was stuck to the bottom of the tub along its entire length. She found she was only able to move her head and this she did, turning to face Leona with wide accusing eyes.
Leona smiled.
“Aleksei is not from our world Allie,” Leona started, “he has come a long way with many gifts for our people but first he needs to build political stability here.” She paused trying to translate the thousand little subtleties of the plan into terms Alison could understand. She failed.
Leona shrugged. “He explained it to me while I was still human and I didn’t understand it,” Leona said, “it was only later, when he put a metal insect into my brain to control my mind, that I fully understood.” She smiled down at her terrified friend. “You will understand soon enough Allie, when you serve him as I do.”
“Ummhhhhh!” Alison shook her head, eyes wide with panic and fear. Leona smiled and bent down, touching the blackness and ordering it to start it’s teasings again. As the symbiont complied it also withdrew from Alison’s beasts leaving the girl’s nipples open and vulnerable.
Leona brushed a hand over the erect nipples and listened to the whimpering noises the little redhead was making. The Symbiont was a skillful lover, it moved its attention around keeping the maximum number of nerve endings stimulated. Soon Alison’s head was covered in sweat her eyes rolled back as she perched on the edge of a mind shattering orgasm. Idly Leona rolled Alison’s erect nipples listening to the girl’s tiny moans of pleasure. The effect of the symbiont’s teasings could probably break the girl’s will on its own but just in case the Master had given Leona a way to ensure the young heiress' loyalty. Still there was one last thing that Leona wanted before Alison joined her in slavery
Leona left Alison on the brink of orgasm for several long, agonizing minutes, the blackness adjusting it’s attack moving in such a way as to keep the girl on the very edge. Finally Alison understood what was happening. She chewed on the bloomers, trying to beg Leona for release.
Leona chuckled. “Want to cum Allie?.” she asked.
“Ummm,” Alison nodded, her own desperate position and Leona’s talk of men from other worlds now far less important than the fire that burned in her pussy.
Leona gave her captive a feline smile. “You will need to earn that right Allie,” she said teasingly, “you see I was not the only person who was whispered about in school. Of course in *your* case we knew that the gossip was true. I admit that I was curious but like you said I was too much of a virgin to do anything about it.” She laughed. “Now I’ve changed.”
She reached across and untied the stocking holding the bloomers in Alison’s mouth. She pulled the packing free and Alison gave a long trembling breath. “P......please Leona,” Alison begged.
Leona smiled and straddled her captive, forcing her shaved cunt down over Alison’s mouth. The young American gave a muffled complaint but her own need was great and she had no doubt what she would have to do to earn release. Gingerly Alison extended her tongue into Leona’s pink, shaved pussy. Finding her friend’s clit she started to lap, first one way and then the other, swirling her tongue around the engorged nub. Sucking, mouthing, licking, upping the sensation any way she could, her only thought now was to please Leona.
The German girl arched her back, moaning softly as she rolled her nipples. Ecstasy was close, so very close and so the girl didn’t realize what was happening until the door to the outer room slammed shut.
“Ma’am,” Sophia called from the bedroom, “I’m back Ma’am and I have all that you asked for!”
On the brink of orgasm Leona fought to pull her mind back together. Sophia was Alison’s maid servant which the American had brought along despite making Leona leave her own maid behind. For the first few days of the trip it had been a sore point between the two friends and Alison had told her servant to keep a low profile. Now it seemed she was back.
Between Leona’s legs, Alison had heard it too. She gave a weak scream that was easily muffled by Leona’s cunt but the message was clear, Leona needed to work fast.
Leona eased up enough to clamp a hand over Alison’s mouth. Reaching down she grabbed the bloomers. Alison saw what was coming. Desperately she shook her head, trying to be rid of Leona’s gagging hand just long enough for one scream. Realizing the danger Leona knelt and started to stuff the bloomers back into Alison’s mouth.
“Ummmmmmm Ummm hheeeee!!”
“Ma’am?” The voice outside was getting closer.
“We’re in here chatting,” Leona called, “Wait there I’ll come out to you.”
“Ummmmm,” Alison called, trying to shake Leona off. Biting her lip Leona willed the symbiont to action. The ooze slid up over Alison’s lower face, covering the bloomers and sealing her mouth. Alison gave a muffled whimper but it was almost inaudible.
Leona smirked down at her captive. The blackness also covered Alison’s neck holding her head still and stealing the little free movement the girl had left.
Leona looked at the door. Sophia obviously had to be dealt with but first there was unfinished business with Alison. Reaching up she removed one of her ear rings. Smiling Leona rubbed the little metal bead and triggered the tiny mechanism. The tiny metal bug unfurled and extended its legs, its eyes glowing red with a strange malevolence.
Smiling, she repeated what Aleksei had done placing the tiny metal insect on Alison’s chest. “I have to go and take care of little Sophie now, “Leona said with a whisper, “so I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.” Leona turned and picked up Alison’s discarded silk robe quickly sliding it on before winding a towel around her head. She took one last glance at the figure in the bath, then turned towards the door.
Helpless, unable to move a muscle or make a sound Alison could only watch as the little bug started its relentless march towards her ear.
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