Partners in Crime

[razerwing]

Genetic Modification of humans has finally come around, although with strict limitations on what can and can't be done. It has also not been fully accepted by society, and many would rather it not be done. Parents who modify their children are known as Genetic Abusers, and children who have been 'abused' are sent here. To Mrs. Judith's Home for Genetically Abused Young Ladies. It is here that Kyshek Tion has been sent, due to her 'genetically abusive' parents.

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Kyshek groaned as the van pulled up to the facility. This was where she was going to stay? She sighed, shaking her head slightly, her shoulder length black hair moving with her. She looked around a little bit, taking in a few of the other girls with her, noting one who seemed meek, narrowing her eyes at one of the bigger, seemingly more talkative girls. Something told her there might be some kind of problem somewhere down the line with one of them. She could just barely here her, gossiping with another group. She hated gossipers. Kyshek shook her head, looking down at the paper she had in her hands. Her room, as well as a few other things were on there, and she leaned slightly on her duffel bag. She had been allowed to take a few things from home like clothes, a few pictures, and her sketch pad. For some reason though, shoes were not allowed here, which not only struck her as odd, but left her constantly glancing down at her exposed feet. She hoped to God that the floors here were clean. She really hated dirty floors, and now, being barefoot, she'd be able to feel every single spec of dirt. Maybe she should've gone shoeless much more often back home, but it never struck her as logical.
The van stopped in front of what she guessed was the reception building, where she would be told the rules, as well as who she would be bunking with. Things she didn't need to know, so she did what she viewed as the only smart choice. She waited until she was in the middle of the group, and the person watching them had turned to see how many other people were left before dashing out of the group and towards the dormitories. She was fast, faster then most, and a tad stronger too. Her tight fitting black tank-top and loose cargo-pants didn't hinder her much. On her way, she noticed a blown out building, scorch marks spreading out across the ground. It was a little ways off, but it was interesting. She'd have to ask about it later. Before she knew it, she was inside the building. Ky checked the map again, and nodded. She was in the right building. Now she needed to find her room, and judging by the high numbers here, she wasn't too far. With a small smirk, she made her way slowly down the empty hallway, counting off the numbers in her head until she found the right one. With a small breath, she slowly opened the door, walking in with shoulders squared, just incase someone who didn't belong in there was. Instead, what she found on one of the two beds was a woman, asleep. And naked.
Kyshek grimaced, closing the door with a loud slam before striding to the bed and shaking the person somewhat roughly by the shoulder. "Hey, wake up. Should you be in here?" She had a slight accent, hinting at a life somewhere on the East Coast. "Hey, wake up. I'd like to know who you are sometime today, before the other stiffs decide to come by." Ky stopped, looking closely, seeing some ash on her chest. "Seriously, wake up, get some clothes on. Up and at 'em sunshine."

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Lydia felt miles away from her body. Somewhere far off she felt herself being shaken. "Mmmm..." was all she could manage at first, then some brief snatches of words that might have sounded like speech. Lydia had no way of knowing. Her head and her hands and feet felt so heavy, and her mind was so fuzzy that she couldn't exactly crystalize a thought.

Lydia's parents had wanted a genius daughter - and this is what they had gotten. Lydia was a girl of unparelleled brilliance and cleverness, but also hyperactive, emotionally stunted and nearly impossible to control. She was always going off into flights of fancy on this or that theory or invention, would make assertions that seemed like impossible logical leaps and held very many unorthodox opinions in sciences and on life in general. For example, she saw hair and clothing as unhealthy and unnecissary. At a young age she had chemically rendered herself hairless, and refused to wear clothing, shoes or jewellry or any kind, claiming they felt smothering on her skin, clouded her mental faculties and weakened her immune system.

The staff had long ago stopped trying to get her to wear clothes. They hadn't given up on trying to control her, though this often had them resorting to drugs. After one of Lydia's experiments blew up the old dormetory building last week they had taken to sedating her. And there she lay, in a state of semiconciousness.

"Go away, ge' out... My room..." She pouted as she was shaken and spoken to. She felt herself waking, and desperately wanted to stay asleep. If she came up too soon she knew someone would be in to put more of that horrible soup in her mouth with the sedative in it, or worse, inject her with something. Lydia had a desperate fear of needles.

She had been lying on her tummy, but now shoved back, violently, agaianst her assailent and rolled over onto her back, her arms and legs splayed out over her bed. She was a tall girl by outside standards at 5'11", but actually short for a genetically engineered girl. Her hair, back when she had any, had been dark red, and her eyes were green. Her skin was very pale, and she was reguarly cleaning it up chemically and with lasers she would build out of random bits and bobs.

Absently she began to drool slightly out of one corner of her mouth, and to rub her tummy with one hand... Making lazy circles... Before she had been pulled out of her drug addled sleep she had been having the nicest dream: she had invented an interstellar communicator/teleporter and had travelled to an alien world where she had been making love to giant octopus people. Her hand slid down her tummy until it found her warm, wet, parted lips and her fingers began stroking them drunkenly, her thumb grinding down on smooth skin until it found sensative flesh... And then getting lost again as her hand forgot what it was doing... And then loving back again and starting over, all in consort with the rhythmic nature of her breathing. "Mmmm... Take me, Quygar..." She muttered to her imagined alien lover.

 

[razerwing]

Kyshek shook her head slowly. "Your room? Yeah, sure. Wake up, tell me if you're my roomma-" She didn't get to finish her sentence, because before she realized what was happening, she was shoved back. It wasn't far, but it shocked her, especially when the girl rolled over onto her back. Ky had to admit, she wasn't bad to look at. She looked tall, maybe an inch or two shorter then her, bald, white, with no skin imperfections she could see.

For a minute or two, Kyshek simply watched as this naked woman tried to wake up, and when she started to rub her stomach, Ky thought she might actually sit up. That was when she noticed that the hand was moving lower, and that drool was coming from the side of her mouth that she realized she was still out cold. The taller girl sighed, shaking her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, looking up to see that the bald girl was now fingering herself, and muttering something about someone named 'Quygar'. "Well, I can get some answers after I wake her up. Let's try this again," she said to herself, planting herself next to the other's bed, grabbing her roughly by the shoulders and pulling her up into a sitting position. "Hey, sleeping beauty! Open your eyes and stop masturbating before I tape your hands behind your back!"

She moved so that she could get a firm grip behind the sleeper, moving her arms underneath her armpits to give Ky the leverage she needed. In one smooth movement, she pulled the bald girl off the bed, standing her lazily on her feet, supporting her until she woke up. Her hands rested just below the other's breasts, her own nicely sized chest pressed against her back through the uniform shirt. Her bare feet, which still felt odd against the floor, actually helped her keep her balance. "I'm starting to wonder whether or not I should just drop you. I think I will unless you snap out of whatever drugs you're on and tell me who the hell you are!"

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

"Mmmm... Then drop me..." Lydia swayed drawsily on her bare feet. Reaching behind her she felt around until she found the other girl's leg, then followed up until she found the other girl's crotch, found the unmistakable outline of a semi-erect penis. That shook some cobwebs away. "Drop me on the floor, but only if you intend on laying into me when I'm down there..." She leaned her head back until it was on the slightly taller girl's shoulder, looking her in the face. Though she was still having trouble focusing her eyes, she could see enough. "You're new... I'm Lydia, you've got the right room... Other futa girls tell you where to find a good time? Well..." She gave the girl's penis a little squeeze through the thick fabric of her cargo pants. "They were pranking you, but they weren't wrong... I can't resist... Too much seditive... What day is it?" The sudden thought seemed to make her forget about her sexual advances as she looked around her room for the first time.

"Mmm... Seriously, though," she said, snapping back to reality, or close to it. "If you're going to fuck me, could you at least put me back on my bed... I promise not to report you..."

 

[razerwing]

Kyshek chuckled when she felt the hand on her leg move up to grope at her other 'gift'. Well, she couldn't be sure because of all the drugs this other girl seemed to be hyped up on, but she seemed pretty straight-forward. Ky pushed her hips against Lydia's hand ever so slightly, grinning down at the slightly shorter girl. "My name is Kyshek, although based on the way things are going, you can call me Ky. I didn't talk to many people, but I know where to find a good time for myself." She leaned her head down, nipping lightly at Lydia's neck before dragging her back to the bed and laying her down gently. "It's Thursday, and if you want me to fuck you, you have to show me you're worth it. Otherwise, well otherwise you'd have nothing to report either way." She winked, tossing her a cocky smile as she forced her now more noticeable erection under control, placing a hand on her hip, the other hand cupping her chin. Kyshek normally wasn't any good at reading people, but the girl on the bed seemed smooth, like she didn't have much of a very rough life. Something told Ky that things were bound to get interesting, especially if she was responsible for the burned out building she had passed by.

Still, she wondered why Lydia wasn't wearing the uniform like anyone else. She'd ask, but now didn't exactly seem the right time, especially when there was the possibility of getting down and dirty.