Log:Wasp Venom, Scene 1

Wasp Venom 2013/08/21

Sato Katsumi The Creep

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Sato Katsumi lay back in her hammock and vainly tried to relax. Although the self-contained air control system in the vault kept the room at the perfect temperature and she had every possible luxury, the pod was not really designed for sea travel and she found the constant rocking annoying. She wasn't sea sick, but she was uncomfortable, and it had been far too many years since she had been the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Her discomfort extended to more than the sea; her breasts hurt. She had drained them before leaving Tokyo, but had forgotten to pack any kind of storage container and they had filled during the slow passage from Tokyo to Johannesburg. She glanced at the homemade calendar she had drawn with erasable marker on the vault wall - she considered paper to be a waste of the replicator's resources. The ship should be arriving at the port in Durban at any moment but she didn't know how long it would take her to be offloaded from the ship and placed on a truck for Johannesburg. She hoped she could wait that long. The "alien honey" that kept the Hive company in business was too valuable a resource to waste needlessly, but she would flush the stuff down the drain if she had to.

With nothing else to occupy her mind, Katsumi thought back to the day she had first met Hive Inc's founder: a poor woman, chosen at random, with her mind flooded by alien thoughts. Her body altered to allow it to handle the monumental task asked of her: to explain to an entire alien race with no frame of reference and no basis for comparison, what it meant to be human. It was a question no one human could answer alone.

Katsumi's reverie was interrupted by a shudder and bump that ran through the entire ship and set her hammock swinging. She ship had docked. Sliding her feet to the floor she cast out with her mind, searching for the bright pinpricks of light that identified Hive members to her special brand of telepathy. Johannesburg was a five hour drive from Durban, but Katsumi's mind could easily reach that far; it was one of the reasons she had selected herself for this particular mission.

She was still searching when one wall of her vault rippled like water. Through the wall pushed a man with a blue leather luchador-type mask with a pinkish-red heart on the forehead. She had time for a single scream in mind and body before the metal helmet in the man's hands was shoved on her head. The metal helmet obscured Katsumi's physical vision, her natural telepathy and her Hive senses.

Once the stronger man secured the helmet on Katsumi's head with a metallic click, the luchador shoved down on her shoulders. Katsumi felt part of the foot-thick floor soften, something like clay bubble up around her ankles, and then the floor resolidified around her feet with metallic hardness.

The luchador laughed: "He. (inhale) He. (inhale) He." Katsumi would have found the sound creepy at the best of times. "I knew you would like it," the Creep said as he began to painfully fondle his prisoner.

"No, I hate it!" Katsumi screamed.

"Your mouth says no but your leaking breasts say yes. Lets see if we can do something to fix that lying mouth."