Jason, a member of a 1960s pop group, decides he needs a break at a country retreat. On the train he meets Judy, niece of Aunt Harris who owns the place with her husband Dr. Storm and who are using the guests for surgical mind-control experiments. So while Jason and Judy are pretty quickly making out, they are just as quickly working out how to get away.—Jeremy Perkins {J-26}
Kirstjen had seen Auntie hanging around the club long before that fateful evening when Auntie rooked (raped and took) her and she subsequently repossessed Auntie’s “overdue” orbitoclast. Nothing personal, just business, and even when it is personal, it’s still just business.
Auntie is in her wheelhouse, the alley behind the Blue Velvet lounge, finishing up with a customer. It’s a john. Normally, it’s a jane. But. Being a good businesswoman, she switch hits. Being a hardcore bulldyke, her personal preference is women, of course.
The usual the hard pretty thirty-something Kirstjen walks over to the hooker. Auntie greets her, appropriately.
“I’m on a meter.”
“How much?”
“Twenty.”
“What will that get me.”
“Everything, if you’re ugly, plain, and genderqueer.”
“And, if I’m not?”
“Everything, nonetheless.”
Ignoring what Auntie says. She reads the “want” in Auntie’s crazed eyes.
“Who picks?” Kirstjen asks, rhetorically.
“You do.”
They exchange currency. A trick for a treat.
Wretched plaintive makeup applies itself heavily to Kirstjen’s face, neck, and cleavage. The girl is no longer pretty. Rendered ugly and plain, she looks much older and well-used as well. Thirty-something has given way to fifty-something. Cougar, MILF, well-past-her-prime-bimbo.
Thick-readers download onto her now ravaged face.
She’s now easily mistaken for a junkie spinster who’s strung out and badly in need of a fix.
By now Kirstjen is strapping butch, thus she’s strapping Piranhas and Parts.
Auntie reaches out and covetously stokes the girl’s cheek. Her hand is trembling with anticipation. She MUST have this girl!!!
They French kiss.
Although both women are dominatrixes. Again, reading Auntie correctly, Kirstjen goes passive. Auntie has to be dominant to get off. Kirstjen can get off, regardless of whether she’s dominant or submissive.
Aunties unbuttons Kirstjen’s jacket and gropes the girl’s succulent bra-holstered tits.
Kirstjen gets hard and ejaculates into her rubber knickers.
Auntie gets hard and ejaculates into her skirt.
Kirstjen’s arms hang slackly by her sides. Auntie forcefully slides a hand down Kirstjen’s skirt into her panties, and begins roughly manipulating her genitalia the whole shebang. It’s as if Auntie is an octopus, with many long well-educated sucker-lined tentacles. Too late, Kirstjen realizes that the analogy is true.
An orbitoclast gives Kirstjen an ice pick lobotomy. This time, it’s a cursed silver ice pick, “purchased on credit” from Friday 13th the Brakebills’ pawn shop. This time, Auntie is still the rightful owner of the cursed artifact in question.
Auntie. A pure-breed Hag. But. A Harpy variant, of her own design.
Increasingly, Auntie devolves. Culminating in? Octopus tentacles from the waist down. Her eyes glow lime green. A mesmerizing fluorescence that can petrify with a single glance. She has a razorblade smile and a killer tongue. Her hair is geriatric blonde: Her jeannie is yellow-blonde liberally streaked with white and grey (geriatric blonde hair).
By now. On full display. So many manifestations resulting from self-experimentation, invoked by herself.
“Yes!!! Mine!!! All Mine!!!” Auntie shrieks, before her speech devolves into a lunatic’s feral babble.
Not content with just lobotomizing the girl. Auntie’s glowing eyes petrify Kirstjen. Auntie, figuratively, not literally, turns the girl into living stone: mimicking the transition of the girl into a flesh-n-blood robot, a mindless Borg drone facsimile, a Barbed Wire Doll. With a Crueler as a Borg queen substitute. And. For example, that insidious GIGER By HR Giger biomechanical rack-rapist hybrid (a Crueler) used in place of the alcove of a Borg queen or a Borg drone. A Crueler is adorned by arcane scripts and runes unique to it and specific to its depravity.
A petrification with side effects most sinister, long-lasting, and everlasting. A petrification akin to the most powerful and addictive narcotic imaginable.
Kirstjen ceases to exist as her brain short-circuits and her mind is wiped clean. A blank slate to be shaped whatever way Auntie wishes, and Auntie wishes a lot.
While petrified. The blank Kirstjen’s hair is geriatric blonde. The blank’s jeannie is yellow-blonde liberally streaked with white and grey. And. Hers becomes a woman’s deep, raspy, borderline masculine voice: mangled vocally, in spades.
A blank petrified Kirstjen. Stone-faced, when she’s not flashing that maniacal Joker’s smile of hers. A toothy grin that makes her look like she’s completely unhinged.
Dour, stern, humorless, and severe. Relentlessly severe, stern, or gloomy in manner or appearance. A hard, dour, humorless fanatic.
A face that says: “I got too much Botox and I need help.” and “My face hurts to smile, to even try.” and “I messed up. Look, this big ass Joker’s smile is the only smile I got anymore.”
Later, when Auntie blood-drinks Kirstjen, Kirstjen will become skinny much thinner (Thinner?) than her usual Gal Gadot slender (Thin?), and, as if she’s possessed, she will bleed from her mouth, nose, ears, and eyes (Stigmata?).
Hours after her abduction. A well-used Kirstjen comes back from blank and comes to herself in Auntie’s wheelhouse. Auntie is turning tricks, nearby.
Kirstjen has every memory of what happened during her enslavement to Auntie while she was rooked as blank Kirstjen: sexist, degrading, demeaning, exploitative … she loves it.
The girl quickly gathers herself up, and reverts to her default the hard pretty thirty-something Kirstjen, who, of course, is not wearing eyeglasses and is not strapping butch.
Auntie’s current customer is one of her regulars, a jane.
Patiently, Kirstjen, twenty dollars at the ready, waits her turn for another ride on Auntie’s space mountain.
Having experimented extensively upon the blank Kirstjen, Auntie prefers the blank Kirstjen “presenting” as Hannah Waddingham did as the “shame nun” Septa Unella in Game of Thrones. A Hannah Waddingham fiercely channeling Mx. Mildred Huff.
As such, this Auntie special version of Kirstjen: plaintive makeup, fifty-something, thick-readers, simulating a drug addiction and a nervous breakdown, stilted walk, strapping butch, and having an MTG 24×7 BBBBBB moment. What Auntie has been transitioning Kirstjen into, from the get go. Kirstjen as a radicalized defrocked Catholic nun.
But. Can Auntie “convince” Kirstjen to be this “shame nun” when Kirstjen is in the presence of Auntie and it’s allowed by the powers-that-be including Kirstjen’s husband Judi?!
Postscript:
Grotesque. Parasitic. Sadistic. Insanity inducing and amplifying. A Mindless Machine. Evil. A Crueler is a premier BDSM torture and restraint device, and a gold standard for sadomasochism. One could even credibly argue, that it is best used as a stand-alone automated lobotomy mechanism, which is how it was misused in the more depraved degenerate degrading insane asylums of the Victorian Era. Turning its “victims” into its flesh-n-blood “robot” slaves.
To reiterate. A blank Kirstjen sounds manly with her husky voice: The staff at The White House wants her to quit using the men’s bathroom.