Marine's Lament (Mr. M & Marie Massacre)

[Marie Massacre]

Lilith nodded as he said this, she couldn't seem to understand his concern. But his concerns were his own. Not to mention the constant blush that was present on his cheeks made her wonders of his convictions. It was obvious they could be tested. She could exploit the weakness she saw. A weakness for her. Something she didn't often run into. As most of the time she was simply a suit of hi tech armor. So most didn't see her feminine side, what he saw now. What the others had seen when they ripped off her armor. She wasn't used to men seeing her like this. She was mostly bare. In fact almsot completely so. Only a PVC top and a pair of lacy under garments hide her from their sight. But even that didn't provide much. It still revealed her very toned body. A body she had worked her ass off to achieve. Years of working out almost constantly. She was a gym rat.

 

[Mr Master]

“Well, um...” Caleb shuffled, and then nodded. “Okay. Well, I’ll check back in with you in a little while.” He backed up a bit, then turned, tearing his eyes away from her, and left. He left the light on, however, and left her with the water bottle.

((I feel terrible about a short post, but I've got nothing to work with here, so I'm just leaving her alone for a little while))

 

[Marie Massacre]

Lilith sighed as he left. Looking at the water bottle. Thinking about how she was going to get out of her. Even with all of her enhanced abilities she wouldn't be able to break these bars. She would have to wait until someone came in. She was going to get out of here no matter what it took. She wasn't going to stay here like this. She was a strong, independent woman. She would get out of this some how. Looking around the room, trying to figure out if there was some way out. She wasn't sure if there was a way out without trying to go through the main gates. She could see a few ventalation shafts. She might have been to squeeze out that way.

 

[Mr Master]

She was left alone a long time, long time to plan, think, and test her enclosure. She wasn’t entirely uncomfortable, but the cage wasn’t large enough for her to stretch out completely in any direction. She could straighten her legs, or her torso, but not both at the same time. And she could sit reasonably, but couldn’t stand. It was a little maddening, because it seemed like the bars went up through the roof of the cage, suggesting the height of the ceiling was adjustable, yet it was kept at an annoyingly low level.

She was just starting to think that actual boredom would be a much more serious threat than had first appeared, when the sound of the door opening alerted her. But it wasn’t Caleb again – it was Carter.

He sauntered in, casually and confidently, smiling with a viciousness. He brought two other mercenaries, and all three of them held simple looking sticks. Lilith’s experienced eye identified them as shock prods; not fatal to her, but she could still feel pain from them, if they were turned up high enough.

Carter walked over to just out of her reach, smiling into her face from a few feet away. “Hello, pretty thing.”

 

[Marie Massacre]

"You think you and your goons scare me.... You can't really do much without opening my cage. And once you do that you're done for," Lilith whispered. She wasn't sure exactly what they had planned. But from the general opinion she had gathered from the way Caleb talked about him, and from the way he strutted into the holding area. She could tell whatever he had planned wasn't going to be good for her. But she held her head high none the less. Looking him in the eyes. Not an ounce of fear showing. But she knew she wasn't as strong as she could've been. She was lacking her suit. And whatever it was that had drained her suit, had somehow zapped her own energy. But she was far from weak. She could handle herself still. But she was a bit concerned that there were three of them.

 

[Mr Master]

“Oh, sure, out of your cage, you could probably wipe the floors with all of us, here,” drawled the leader. “Even after all you’ve been through. But see,” he grinned, hefting a shock prod. “We don’t have to let you out of your cage for what we got planned.”

They surrounded her cage, all armed with shock prods, and taunted her, making rude come-ons and commenting on her naked body as whoever was at her back at any given moment tried to see if they could jab their prods through the bars before she could turn and block them. At first, she whirled so fast, they couldn’t get many good jolts in, but over the next few minutes (which seemed to drag out like hours), the little taser jolts began to add up. Between that and the way they kept talking about her, like her body was all they were interested in (frankly, that was the military, too, but for completely different purposes). And their interests were even better served, it seemed, if she wasn’t enjoying herself.