alisihs-caps: Defection (part II & III) It took only a matter of hours to create the upli
alisihs-caps: Defection (part II & III) It took only a matter of hours to create the uplink to the Resistance Computer Network. Sarah Brinswick marveled as small red dots began to spring to life on the map. Resistance cells began appearing hidden everywhere from the cities to the countryside, mountains to shoreline. In all: thirty-two dots appeared. But just as she was preparing to send squads of Gynarchy Enforcers to each location, Director Beeson appeared along with the Warden. The Director rarely spoke to anyone other than the Warden so when she did choose to speak, people knew to instantly obey. “Cease all operations,” commanded the Director, “we’ve had a change of plan.”John Carmichael was ready to accept his fate. As leader of the resistance no doubt they’d make an example of him, degrade him in the most humiliating fashion. “As if being in this room wasn’t degrading enough,” Carmichael mumbled to himself. A padded cell lined with latex. A bed covered in latex sheets. Even the chair in the corner was adorned with the stuff. It made him ill to even think of it. He wished that they would just get it over and done with. All the hanging around just made him crazy. “Hello? Can you hear me?” a voice rang out. John looked around. He was alone, so where was the voice coming from? He rushed to the door and peered out. The panel on the wall opposite was illuminated. “Carmichael, can you hear me?” the voice from the wall called out again. “Yes, I can hear you! Where are you? Who are you?” he replied. “Hold on a sec.” The light on the panel went off and then back on and then off again. When the light came back on a second time it was accompanied by a loud click. “There! Your cell is open.” Pulling on the door, he was surprised to find it was. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he slowly pulled it open and peered down one side of the hallway. Then edging out a bit further, looked down the other way. The coast was clear… for now. “I’ve hacked into the floor plan. There are ten occupied cells on this level and I’ve unlocked their doors,” the voice from the panel continued with a sense of urgency. “At the end of the hall turn left and keep going. You’ll come to a red door. Don’t worry, I’ve disabled the alarm, but you’re going to need to open the auxiliary wastewater shaft. It’s going to smell terrible but it will take you to safety.” “Is that you..” he began half suspecting he already knew the answer. No one else could hack with that level of ability.“Yes. I managed to get to the control room when they left the interrogation room unlocked. But there is no time. There is a guard coming so get to the end of the hall. Save as many as you can!”The panel when dark. Carmichael looked around.“It’s now or never,” he said running down the hall opening doors and beckoning people on.From her office, Director Beeson, hands on her hips, stared at the monitor displaying the resistance leader freeing other leaders they had recently captured. Beside her, Sarah was frozen in a state of nuclear meltdown as all her hard work escaped before her eyes. “Calm yourself Sarah,” the director calmly proclaimed. “Now we wait.”Sarah was furiously pacing. Months of hard work, analysing intercepted data, interrogating suspects and then just as she gets one of the biggest leads to eliminate resistance cells, her program is put on hold. She even got to stand there and watch her hard work get flushed down the toilet so to speak. “We’re just going to let them escape?” she exclaimed. As Director Beeson returned to her desk, she ordinarily felt no need to explain her actions but as one day she believed Sarah could be standing on the 30th floor in this very office, she felt a parable was in order to explain her motivation and the bigger picture at work. “Do you know the story of Hercules and the Lernaean Hydra?” she asked rhetorically. “The Hydra was a serpentine creature in Greek and Roman mythology. For every head chopped off, the Hydra would regrow one or more. To defeat it, one needed to quickly chop of both heads. Now do you understand?” “But we had the map!” Sarah exclaimed. “ The location of over thirty cells! We could have wiped them out all at the same time.” “And you think it is a complete map?” Beeson again asked rhetorically, moving to the large window, staring out across the darkened city skyline. “No. That was only a small smattering of cells. And now, they have some of their leaders back. Over the next few months they’ll rebuild.” She turned to look at Sarah who was pacing back and forth. “They’ll get accurate information from an anonymous source within the Gynarchy and using their new coms equipment, they’ll evade a higher than usual number of raids. They’ll get more and more complacent, they’ll use their new secret weapon more and more. It will spread as a greater number of cells use it. On your map, dots will appear and when the time is right, we’ll strike them all, cutting off all the heads in one fell swoop.” Sarah stared at the screen again. “That plan,” she reluctantly mumbled, “it’s brilliant.” “I wish it were mine,” Beeson stated leaving Sarah startled that she had been overheard. “No. It belongs to another.”starWithin depths of Complex 8 of Gynarchy Headquarters, Prisoner AL1-51-H was nervous stepping inside the chamber to accept her reward from Director Beeson. With a deafening thud, the hatch sealed behind him and bright white lights illuminated the spherical room. An intense humming sound began as his feet left the ground and he floated to the centre of the room. Looking around he saw, what could be best described as black goo, ooze from openings on the walls. Like him, the goo began to float towards the centre of the room.As it touched his skin, a cool wave spread over his body. The continuous stream of black rubbery rope spun around his body covering him like a mummy with thin distinct strands. Weaving themselves as fabric over his bare skin, it slowly started on his chest but quickly encased his arms, wrapped around his legs right to the tips of his toes. As he looked down, he could feel the tightness increasing with each new layer creeping ever closer to his neck. Soon the threads began to weave themselves up and around his head. He couldn’t help but get excited at the thoughts of what was happening as the light dimmed, arms were brought into his side and legs bound together.With an sudden explosion of pleasure, he felt the change begin. His skin began to morph, to smoothen. His chest expanding, the weight of two new fully formed breasts sent another ripple of pleasure through his rapidly changing frame. Gasping for air, moans of bliss were muted as a mask formed around his mouth to ensure adequate oxygen. Shuddering again and again, he could sense his body slimming. The best was yet to come as the largest orgasm was saved for when his male genitalia receded, resetting itself to a delicate female slit. Her eyes closed, as she drank in the changes.As the transformation came to an end, the latex rope smoothed itself into an equally tight catsuit, neck and underbust corset. Hovering encased in her latex, Alisih could only dream of what was in store for her next.To be continued? -- source link
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