Chapter 34: Kumiho Investigates

It was heavenly to be able to stretch out. After two nights sitting chained in the bunker, being able to sleep on a mattress was indescribable. And I was really exhausted. I should have fallen asleep immediately, but I just couldn’t.

Unlike the cell in the bunker, there were numerous noises here that I first had to identify. In addition to the noises made by the other women, there were also technical noises. At least I could identify fans. Everything also echoed strangely, almost like a faint echo.

The dim night light in the hallway was just enough for me to make out silhouettes. Isabell’s cell was in complete darkness; from her side, mine must have looked similar.

Suddenly it occurred to me that none of the women seemed to be smokers. That was either unlikely, or smokers were being put through cold turkey here. Most cam girls were smokers. Of course, I was quite happy that there was no smoking down here, but I did find it strange. Although, when I considered the potential fire hazard, it made sense.

My thighs ached, my chastity belt was tight, and my hard bra prevented me from sleeping on my stomach, which I usually liked to do.

It also reminded me a little of my boarding school days, when I had to sleep in a room with three other girls. Besides Nadine, there was Hanna and Franka.

Funny, I hadn’t thought about that until Sunday. I wonder what they were doing now? We had completely lost touch with each other. Well, Franka had been disgusted by me and Hanna when she found out about our lesbian games. But at least I could have still been in touch with Hanna. Was she a veterinarian now, as she had planned?

Someone started snoring softly.

And, of course, my thoughts returned to the Dalek. I was going to be tortured tonight! By an obviously dangerous machine. In my mind, I transported myself back to the AI room.

The smell of hot wax filled my nose again. Blindfolded, I hung in my restraints and my breasts were immersed in the boiling liquid. But this time it didn’t stop there. My frame swung forward further and I plunged headfirst into it. Then I sank completely into the pot and was surrounded by hot wax. When I started to scream, it filled my mouth, then entered my lungs.

I woke up from my nightmare with a terrible fright and my heart pounding. Had I screamed? I listened into the darkness. Nothing!

When was the last time I had a nightmare? At 14, when my parents died? No, I had strange dreams then, but no nightmares. It must have been even longer ago than that. My heartbeat calmed down again. I struggled to find a comfortable position to continue sleeping. They could have at least spared me all this crap overnight. What did they think, that I would do it myself every night?

I was wide awake. How long had I been asleep? Three, four hours? What time was it anyway? When the computer was off, I had no way of telling the time in here. Should I turn it on? Was it forbidden to sit at the computer during the night? I went through the numerous rules in my mind. No, there was nothing about that. But it was forbidden to use the toilet at night without medical reason. Well, flushing the toilet was quite loud and could disturb the others. In general, the toilets in the cell block should not be used if possible, which made sense due to the smell.

I got up quietly and sat down in front of my monitor. I shivered. Was it cooler here at night? I half stood up, fished for my blanket, draped it around my shoulders, then sat down again.

The light from the monitor seemed almost glaring in the near darkness. It illuminated my entire cell. 4:21 a.m. Great. Should I lie down again for 99 minutes? No, I couldn’t fall asleep at the moment. And if I did, I would be completely exhausted when the lights came on and we had to get up. So I started studying.

I was so engrossed in my lessons that the sudden light startled me a little. Immediately, I heard the sounds of my slave sisters from the other cells and the doors being unlocked. I looked over at Isabell, who looked sleepily at me from her bunk.

“Good morning, my dear!” I called out to her.

“Hmm, morning!” she grumbled back. Typical morning grouch.

“Come on, get up!” I heard Vier’s unmistakable accent. “Get up, what are you waiting for, breakfast in bed? A new, glorious day down here as a slave! Every meal is a feast, every praise from our masters fills us with joy! We love it!”

“Hurray!” I added in my mind and got up.

My bed was quickly made, then I stepped out of my cell at the same time as Isabell. We hugged and held each other for a moment before joining the others who were already on their way to the washroom. What followed was our morning routine.

For our morning exercise, Isabell helped me into my pony boots so I could get on the treadmill. I had exclusive use of it now, but no one complained. However, I would have gladly foregone this privilege, because the boots were still pinching me. Not to mention the chastity belt, which was visibly causing sore spots.

Isabell advised me on how to position my meters and how to run best.

“I know it hurts at first. But after a while, you’ll get used to the boots. And if I may say so, you look fantastic in them. Good enough to eat!”