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Prisoner of war.
That’s all he was- a prisoner of war. He deserved no name, not from them. He had no rights. He was just the Prisoner Of War, a useful little tool used to determine information that spies couldn’t get far enough into the other’s defences to retrieve.
“This is the third chance,” Officer Makino
murmured, low enough to graze his nose with her breath. “And the last one. Tell
us what we need to know.”
“Like what?” he replied savagely, sick to death of being hung up in a cell
until being interrogated. “You know all you need to know. What the fuck do you
need me for?”
Makino glared at him harshly, her lilac eyes shining in the half light like
knives. She pulled a cable in the wall, and the binds holding the prisoner
lifted him off the floor. As she leant in nearer to him, the unmistakable aroma
of vanilla attacked him. The scent really didn’t suit her, but she insisted
upon wearing it all the time.
“We know that they are intending something
to destroy Tentanate. What is it?”
“What….the fuck…is…Tentanate?” The handcuffs were the only thing suspending him
above the floor- they cut ruthlessly into his skin over and over, and he was in
so much agony his sentences became stilted. “I don’t know anything. I’m a
fucking kitchen boy. So just let me out of here!”
“You liar,” Makino murmured. “You have to
know what Tentanate is. We’ve been sending projections to your town since last
month.”
“I haven’t heard of fucking Tentanate. Let me down!”
She slapped him, and a red mark whipped across his face, angrily red against his pale and withdrawn skin.
“Tentanate is an alien .A powerful
alien…..with fantastic powers, indeed. It can manipulate the very fabric of
being….it can work its way into your subconscious, control you, it can do
almost anything… But your people have been building something to destroy it.
Well….seeing as you don’t know what Tentanate is, how about we arrange a
meeting?”
He kicked futilely at her, cursing as the handcuffs bit into his wrists. Surely
she had to be joking. You couldn’t just put someone in with an alien, it wasn’t
right.
Makino didn’t look like she was joking. Her tightly tied back auburn hair bounced as she stood up, then unhooked the chains from his wall.
“C’mon, Shiota. You know something, I’m
positive. Redeem yourself now or you will be put in.”
“I don’t know anything!”
She shoved him roughly. Instead of an answer, he did the thing that seemed most logical to him.
He spat at her.
Makino looked at the globule of saliva just
in front of her on the floor. An untold fury built up inside her eyes, and she
grabbed hold of his arms roughly.
“I’ve just about had enough of you, Shiota. Let it do what it wants to you. I
hope it turns you into a fly. A female fly. Without wings.”
She flung him into a room, then waited just outside the door. He faced her defiantly, not daring to turn around.
A transparent panel slid down from the doorway, leaving Makino guarded against whatever was in the room with the boy. She smirked sardonically.
“Turn around,” she said quietly, her voice still perfectly audible through the panel.
Slrrrrp.
The most horribly sickening sucking noise sounded. Hirokazu slowly turned around, despite himself. His eyes rounded. It couldn’t be. It was obscene.
They couldn’t have kept something like this legally.
The creature was a towering mass of slimy wriggling tentacles, in the most revolting shades of purple and blue, a huge almost-human face in the centre, only it’s mouth was a huge, canine job- with a tremendous amount of sharp pointed teeth, shining with a bluish salvia that puddled in front of it.
Kazu took a step back, towards the panel. He heard the sounds of Makino laughing. Then he heard the clack clack clack of her high-heels. She was walking away.
“You can’t leave me in here!” Kazu yelled
incredulously. “This thing can’t be real- MAKINO!”
A tentacle slid around his ankle, then gripped tight and raised him upside down
in front of the face.
“Maaaaale human,” it growled, whipping out several more tentacles which bound Kazu’s wrists and other ankle. “I wanted a female…”
Kazu tried to laugh, though sweat was
collecting all over him, and he felt sick. “Then take Makino….she’s a girl….”
“I like the human that is here,” the
monster burbled, and it’s murderous looking mouth twisted up into a
half-smile. Kazu shook his head.
“But I’m a boy!”
As he uttered that, he was bathed in a golden light from the monster’s eyes. A feeling of warmth passed over him, and the nausea left…
He blinked. “What…?”
“A boy,” the monster chuckled. “a boy’, the human suggests…”
“Of course I’m not!” Fear had left him now- Hirokazu Shiota didn’t take insults to his pride, and was prepared to go to great lengths to defend it. “If I was a girl, I’d have fucking breasts like Officer Makino, wouldn’t I?”
A pair of tentacles reached out for his chest. And wrapped around something solid on his front, which was something that should have been impossible.
Kazu looked down, ever so slowly.
His shirt was straining.
“Oh, FUCK!”
“Humans…amusing…” the tentacle
monster laughed. “This is a very pretty
human…Will enjoy taking her, I will.”
“You monster,” Kazu murmured. He kicked and struggled at the tentacles holding him, but they were strong. He heard a laugh. Makino was back. And according to the murmur of talk in the background, she’d brought friends.
His hands moved back up into the air and the tentacles gripped them again. A pair of tentacles raised him further up into the air, as a third forced itself into him.
Kazu squirmed as the tentacle inside him started to vibrate. In one quick rush, the tentacle pierced his hymen. Surprisingly, there was no pain.
“I removed the physical pain for now,” the monster leered. “The mental pain hurts more. Look at how much your body likes me…”
Kazu stayed silent, hating his weak body for reacting to what this creature was doing- he felt some sort of moisture in his lower region, which was obviously its work as well.
“Ruki told me to make you feel bad,” the tentacle monster chortled. “So I shall.”
Surprisingly, the tentacles retreated. Kazu shakily got to his feet and tried to leave.
FLASH.
Another explosion of golden light filled the room. His body turned. And headed back towards the monster.
“What the fuck did you do to my body?!” Kazu yelled up at it, and it grimaced.
“Your insults ruin the moment… Let’s change that.”
A tenti-phallus shot into his mouth to quieten him.
Kazu tried to speak, but he didn’t get the chance as he felt himself spreading his legs wide and tearing off his shirt. As a boy he hadn’t been wearing a vest, which was sort of embarrassing. The moisture in his new genitals increased, and he felt a pair of tentacles snaking to his breasts. There was a needle of pain, and Hirokazu chanced a look down. The tentacles had fastened onto his front, and they hurt. Apparently, the huge thing wanted him to feel pain this time.
“You’re fucking sick,” he murmured
“I
wasn’t going to resort to this….” The writhing mass muttered, a trace of
irony in his voice, “But as you insulted
me, human…”
My name is Hirokazu Shiota, you fucking
emotionless perverted twat, and whatever the hell you’ve done to my fucking
body…
Instead of saying anything, he just
struggled in vain.
The monster laughed, and reared back. At it’s base, several thousand tentacles
squirmed and wriggled, but also there was a tremendously huge tentacle,
colossal in length and width. Kazu instantly realised what was going on.
Hirokazu screamed mentally as the monster aligned itself with him, and plunged the tremendous tentacle into him. Even in his controlled state, tears started to leak from his eyes as Tentanate filled his hole with itself, then inwardly cried out as the vibrations from the alien’s phallus caused him to release furiously, as he felt the tentacle monster’s restrictions leaving him. Tentanate erupted inside of him, the fluid seeming to come right up through all of him.
The alien retreated with a sickening plop as it’s thick shaft left Hirokazu’s battered body.
Makino raised the panel and went in, before making another panel, between herself and Kazu, and Tentanate. She walked smartly up to the mentally devastated boy on the floor, who was crying silently as he hugged his knees to his chest.
“Tomorrow,” she said smoothly. “You will talk. You-” she pointed to a soldier, “Take him back to the cell with that new one. “
“I liked him,” the monster declared nasally, its foul face contorting into an ugly grin. “Bring him more often.”
“You aren’t
going to change him back?” Makino smirked. “Fine by me…”
Damn, don’t want to be a bloody girl….
The guard gripped Kazu under the arms and hauled him back to his cell, before fastening him up against the wall.
There was something different about the room.
After the guard had left, he still sensed someone in the room. He turned his head as carefully as he was able to, and inhaled sharply.
Another boy.
The kid looked
exhausted. When he heard Kazu, he turned his head very slowly, and managed a
very forced smile. “Hello.”
“They got you too, huh? At least you’ve still got your clothes….do your best
not to look.”
“Okay.” The boy nodded as much as his restraints would permit. “I’m Takato,
Matsuda Takato. I heard about what they did to you…” he swallowed. “They said
that they’d do it to me, if I didn’t tell them….”
“Well, I’m
Shiota Hirokazu, but I expect I’m going to have to change my name or
something.” He looked down at himself in disgust. “I always hated girls.”
Takato smiled. “Well, goodnight. Though I don’t know how I’m gonna sleep.”
“Me neither. ‘Night, Takato.”
Makino witnessed the two slowly falling to sleep, and smirked. It would be Takato’s turn tomorrow. And she didn’t care if he knew anything or not- he was going to see Tentanate.
Sadistic as it may be, it was fun.
She turned sharply and marched out of the doorway.
She’d always been like this. Cold, uncaring. No one ever bothered to talk to her or befriend her. No one cared about her. Her parents went and died on her, her relatives ran away to other countries. Well, she didn’t need them. In fact, who needed humanity?
She twisted a strand of her hair, noticing it had come loose. She redid her hair.
Oh, she couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Pain. Suffering. Humiliation.
And this time…she had an alibi.
Signing up for this place was the best thing I did she thought to herself, almost-happily. So many traitors who need to be corrected mentally…
She gently hooked out a bottle of vanilla scent from her pocket.
Okay, so she wasn’t vulnerable. And she truly didn’t respect her family. But she could only remember one thing about her mother- her smell. A rich, simple but warm smell, inviting and open- vanilla. She wore it to mock her mother. To show her how much she’d turned out to be completely different than what she would have wanted.
Well.
If she hadn’t killed herself, Ruki might not be so damn cold, mightn’t she?
She put the bottle back and set towards the staffroom.