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The Facility (Chapter 20)
🕑 Added 2020-10-10 17:00:00 +0000 UTCChapter 19 = New Ally
You looked up at pod #8, the one that was supposedly containing this Henry Christensen guy. You wondered if it was the same guy, or just a coincidence that they had the same first name. Why would he be a captured victim here too? Maybe The Creator promised him something to capture young men and woman for The Facility, but broke their deal and captured him as well. Despite feeling a little guilty for even thinking it, the thought ‘serves him right’ crosses through your mind.
“Please,” Allie says, her hand on your arm. “Tell me what’s going on. Do you know where we are?”
The two of you lean against one of the empty pods and you take a deep breath, preparing yourself. It doesn’t take too long, but you give Allie the quick version. A rundown of what’s happened so far, The Creator, the challenges and guardians, this place’s strange obsession with diapers and adult babies, and everything as far as you know which you’re sad to say still doesn’t feel like very much.
To her credit, she takes it rather calmly, more so than you did. She looks stunned and horrified, but she stays quiet. Perhaps she’s in shock.
“Allie... I don’t—.” You start to say when a booming voice cuts you off.
“THERE YOU ARE!” The voice echoes loudly through the rooms speakers and you recognize it as ‘The Creator’. Allie looks scared. Before you can say anything in response, the floor beneath you starts moving! Acting as a moving walkway like what you’d find in an airport, the floor moves beneath you towards a newly large open panel and deposits both you and Allie onto the floor in the same long silver hallway you were in before, with the same 3 items waiting for you.
“How dare you disobey me!” The Creator’s voice cries out as the panel that was open closes behind you. The panel that had been malfunctioning before had now been removed and replaced with a new perfectly functioning one.
You slowly got to your feet, knowing that you had to talk fast, or ‘The Creator’ could disqualify you out of anger. Perhaps give you back to SONAD, or worse... Dollmaker.
“P-please ‘Creator’ I apologize. I was simply curious.” You say, hating yourself for practically begging.
“I can see that, I can also see that you found something or rather someone on your little unauthorized field trip. Welcome to the game Ms. Jenkins.” Allie didn’t respond, she simply stood there, almost shaking nervously.
‘The Creator’s’ statement was followed by a long pause, you and your new ally deciding what to do before the voice rang out again. “Very well. It doesn’t happen often, but I will allow the two of you to proceed together. Two challengers at once is rare, but it does happen. It will be all the more satisfying to see you both fail together. But Challenger #1... You shall be punished and given a disadvantage during the next challenge. Is that clear?”
You didn’t like the sound of that one bit, but what choice did you have now? “Crystal Clear.” You muttered out angrily.
“Very well. The two of you are a team now. But... feel free to betray one another. Heh heh... wouldn’t be the first time.”
Allie and you eye each other nervously, but you knew you trusted each other.
“Now challengers, it is time for you to face the third guardian. No more delays. Approach the table and make your choice Challenger.” The voice of the ‘Creator’ rang out. You and Allie were quite disturbed by your choices. On the table was a large black leather paddle, a ball mouth gag, and what appeared to be a clear bag of some kind.
The leather paddle seemed to be bigger than your entire backside combined! It was several inches thick and at least a foot or so wide. It was fully black and made of leather that had holes in rows along its whole surface with a tight black shiny handle that had whip like tassels hanging from the end of it.
The mouth gag looked like something out of a porno. The ball itself was at least half the size of a baseball and was bright, shiny, and red. It was attached to a black strap with silver buttons in it that could strap all the way around a person’s head. Just thinking of it being forced into your mouth sent another shiver down your spine.
The third item took you a minute to realize what it was. You had to pick it up and examine it closely before you realized that there was a small little clear hose attached to it. You were still confused until you read one little word on the side of it that made your heart stop: Enema. They can’t be serious.
Maybe the theme to this floor was masochistic sex slaves. You thought it mostly as a joke, but couldn’t help from getting nervous at how true that could be.
“Choose Challenger...” The Creator repeated.
You looked at Allie, but all she could do was offer you a shrug. “Whatever you think is best.” She says in her soft and sweet, but clearly nervous voice. “I’ll trust your judgement.”
Part of you was afraid she was going to say something like that as you turned your body back around to face the table of options. You thought about it for a long time, taking a deep breath, and reaching for your choice...
Choice #8
Which object will you choose for the third floor? All 3 correspond with the third Guardian that you will face.
Comments
Jonny
Having experienced all three of those items, knowing the enema is the worst (depending on what’s in the bag)... I still choose that for those poor girls; as did the evil majority of us.
