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“Our mistake was in using the biomechanicals. Wasn’t it? We should have had you go baglady, had you dress yourself in Mrs. Carson’s shitty castoffs. Had you repose in the Leach and be torn apart in the coffin, and then be feed upon by us.”
“Even then, you would have been asking me to put pleasure ahead of business, and that’s against my fundamental nature.”
“And, now. Your business here is done?”
“If you have evidence of Barbara Rush’s guilt, my business is done here.”
“Mrs. Peel has such evidence, and it will stand up to the closet scrutiny, just like we are sure the evidence against Agent Lane does.”
“Then, yes. My business is done here.”
“You must have paid, Mr. Twelve, for the room. It’s a rule. So … how long did you pay for?”
Miss Kane does as she is told. She removes everything, this time. Mr. Twelve collects her stuff and leaves. Her hair gives way to a krazed as a prelude to her shifting into baglady mode.
Mrs. Peel makes a series of clicking sounds. When it finishes, the girl is in full-blown baglady mode. Things are growing on the girl. Things are living on her. Things are feeding on her. For example, leeches and slugs are strategically applied to her formerly-clean, lily-white flesh. Graveyard lichens and moss grew here and there on her skin. Sewer moss covered much of the inside of her thighs. This is that very different Vampriric Borg drone version of the leechgirl—a most vile and wretched robotic creature. She is Seven of Nine as a Leech.
The Parasite queen spits in Miss Kane’s face. Triggering tow vents in rapid succession. Miss Kane experiences the most powerful orgasm that she has ever experienced. Then. Seven as Leech, becomes Seven as lowest. As promised, this is not a new flavor of debasement, depravity, and degradation. It is a whole new level of debasement, depravity, and degradation. Lowest is baser than Leech.
Queen gestures for its Lowest to repose in that coffin [The Leach] which mimics a Borg queen’s alcove. Lowest complies. The coffin tears her apart. Queen feeds upon its Lowest.
Six hours later …
A deranged Miss Kane regains consciousness in the coffin. She is noticeably thinner than she was when she was first abducted. Her fingernails and toenails are long and dirty. She’s dressed in Mrs. Carson’s filthy and infested seconds: Kaye, perls, hand-bra, and Parts. Her grossly-enlarged lizard brain and pineal gland are giving her a head-splitting migraine resulting from their displacement of her frontal lobe. Additionally, the de facto crude brain surgery resulting from said enlargement has left her stark, raving mad—sexually depraved and completely insane. FWB “friends with benefits” takes on a whole nother meaning in reference to using her while she’s a baglady.
As she sits up in the coffin, Mrs. Peel slithers over and gives the girl another face-full of its toxic, enslaving mix. Miss Kane orgasms and goes directly back to being lowest.
Nine hours later …
Miss Kane regains consciousness in the coffin. She is no longer thinner than she was when she was first abducted—i.e., she’s her normal weight when she’s sober.
Her fingernails and toenails are still long and dirty. Likewise, her teeth are still so filthy, they look rotten. She’s still dressed in Mrs. Carson’s filthy, parasite-infested seconds: Kaye, perls, hand-bra, and Parts. Her grossly-enlarged lizard brain and pineal gland are still giving her a head-splitting migraine, resulting from them displacing her frontal lobe—rendering her a complete lunatic and an insatiable whore.
Bottomline. She’s still deranged. She’s still prostituting herself, to herself.
Although she is still odorous, with a fetid breath to match her foul body odor. Although patches of her dirty lily-white skin are so dirty they are black. Things are no longer growing on the girl. Things are no longer living off of her [i.e., feeding upon her] either—except for head lice, fleas, and crabs, which she remains infested with. For example, leeches and slugs are no longer strategically applied to her formerly-clean, lily-white flesh—i.e., she’s completely leech and slug free. Graveyard lichens and moss no longer grew here and there on her dirty skin. Sewer moss no longer covers much of the inside of her thighs—i.e., her thighs are completely moss free.
This is still that very different Vampriric Borg drone version of the leechgirl—a most vile and wretched robotic creature. She is Seven of Nine as a Leech, not as a lowest.
As she sits up in the coffin, Mrs. Peel slithers over and gives the girl another face-full of its toxic, enslaving mix. And, again, Miss Kane orgasms and goes directly back to being The Lowest for The Queen. As a lowest, the girl is no longer sentient.
The now mindless girl, who functions on pure instinct, makes the same clicking sounds as her mate The Queen. She spread her legs crudely, draping the sides of the coffin with her legs, which in turn hikes up her skirt exposing her Parts. Queen, a biological she-male, craves leechgirl as lowest, who has been rendered she-male by the biomechanical Parts device she’s wearing.
The hand-bra brutally mauls the girl’s huge dirty creamy-white knockers while The Queen rams its massive, uncircumcised cock into the leechgirl’s pussy. Queen, a biological she-male, who is hung like a horse, violently fucks Lowest, a biomechanical she-male; vile, violent fucking that’s indistinguishable from the most vile and violent form of rape.
In response to her wanton violation. Leechgirl foams at the mouth like a rabid animal, ranting and raving incoherently, her tortured face ravaged by insanity. Hard-faced, yes, but still pretty, nonetheless—i.e., a hard, pretty face. The face of a hardcore, manhating bulldyke’s fantasy fuck.
There’s even more evidence of the vile and horrific experimentations that Mrs. Peel is performing upon the girl. Akin to The Monster of Doctor Victor Frankenstein, hidden by her hair, a jagged hard raised angry-red crosshatched scar circumferences her skull. The scar runs across the girl’s forehead, just below the front hairline. It’s as if someone or something has sawed off the top of her skull, cut up her brain, and then sewed her skull back together afterwards. Because that’s exactly what has been done to her by Mrs. Peel.
Eventually. The scar that will be assimilated and disappear. Mrs. Peel will again lobotomize the girl. After the frontal lobotomy, the scar will manifest and persist itself, again, during post-op. Over and over again, the wheel turns. The former psychiatric nurse is now, in effect, a psychiatric patient with a Parasite queen administrating treatment for severe mental illness.