Madison
Part Seventeen
by D.X. Machina
The Voyeur crept along the floor, trying to get a good read on the situation.
He was skilled at this. Not that he had any formal training or anything like that. He'd just been experimenting with situations such as this one in his spare time. A lot.
He enjoyed spying on women, and he'd had plenty of opportunity to do thatBfor fun.
This, however, wasn't fun. It was ulcer-inducing, stress-filled work, and he was creeping along like his life depended on it--which it very much did.
Three women in the room, he noticed. It was a pretty nondescript hotel room, with one woman in bed, one in the bathroom, and one sitting at a desk, looking at something out of sight. She was smiling viciously, obviously enjoying whatever it was she was doing.
"You know I'll never give up, Liz. You know that."
He heard the man's voice from up on the table, and knew instantly it had to be D.X. The voice was on a miniaturized scale--it wasn't booming, but normal.
The booming voice belonged to the woman. "YOU ALREADY GAVE UP, JAKE. WE'RE JUST DISCUSSING TERMS NOW. TELL ME: WHERE ARE YOUR ALLIES? WHERE IS RONNIE CERES?"
"I told you, Liz, I'll die--aye--yeagh!"
The woman was suddenly pushing down with great force on the man, her face contorted with the strain. It was all the Voyeur could do to keep from lashing out—but he knew he had to.
"I WON'T KILL YOU, JAKE. BUT YOU MAKE ME ANGRY. AND YOU REMEMBER HOW CREATIVE I GET WHEN I'M ANGRY, DON'T YOU?"
"Do your worst, Liz." The voice was breathless, but defiant. The Voyeur had only met D.X. a few times, but he had newfound respect for the man. He had to let his friends know what was going on.
He placed the object on the floor, and muttered the commands to get him out of here. When he returned, he wanted numbers.
* * *
"Do your worst, Liz," Jake intoned, looking directly into the eyes of his enemy. He wouldn't move against her--at least, not yet. But she was sorely tempting him. If he could strike out and win....
No. Not yet. He was alone, and he had surrendered. He'd done it to free Teri--because he knew, instinctively, that the Society needed her right now more than it needed him. He was the best non-adept in the world at wielding GTS, but Scott and Sarah could eat his lunch, and he knew with them, the society would be fine. He was great at strategy, but so was Ronnie, and he was unperturbed that she would be in command.
No, his job was to be here. Take the blows. And wait for his friends to arrive. It may be hours, or weeks. But he had to be here, now.
It was fate's dictate.
"WELL, LITTLE ONE, YOU CAN'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU," The Coed (he knew that she was no longer his Liz) looked down on him and raised her hand. He closed his eyes, and started to pray.
* * *
The Voyeur rematerialized, full-sized, in the hotel room amidst the command crew of the Society. "I've got 'em," he said, triumphantly.
"Where?" said Scott, rising. "Let's go."
"No, wait," said Sarah, calmly. "We need to think this through."
"She's right," said Ronnie. "We can't go in half-cocked. We need a plan."
"We can't just wait while Jake is being tortured. Look, we have the element of surprise...."
Teri stood in a corner as the matter was discussed, eyes closed. She was focused, trying to reach out to her husband.
His mind had been blocked as he leftBshe knew that he had not wanted to be dissuaded. But she got just enough of what was happening with him that she knew he was not closed off now.
She was patient. He had to be out there. She knew, if she just waited....
Then, suddenly, their minds were one.
* * *
It's strange how the mind works.
It had been over a decade since Liz had tortured Jake. More than ten years had passed since she subjected him to humiliation and pain.
And yet, here they were again. And for D.X., it was like no time had passed.
Liz had struck creatively. He was 1/16th of an inch tall, stuck to the anus of a freshman girl who was dancing the night away.
With every booty shake, D.X. was pulled and twisted, mashed and compacted. He was nearly indestructible, of course. Liz wouldn't have had it any other way.
He tried to retreat into himself, tried to become the quasi-human shell he had been before, tried to distance himself further...further....
Don't you dare.
"Teri," he said, firmly, "you don't want to be here."
You and I are in this together, Jake. You know that. I'm not going to abandon you, and I'm not
going to let you trade yourself for me.
"Too late," he murmured. "And Liz made me swear no takebacks, so there."
Teri's brow furrowed as she felt the pain her husband was enduring, the sheer torture of it--and he was still lucid.
What are you up to?
"Trust me."
Teri felt the pain in him, and yet....
Do you want us to strike now?
"Not yet, Teri. Not yet. They're on their guard and they're training right now. Patience. I'll tell you when."
I don't want to leave you like this.
"I've had worse. She can't do anything more to me than she already has."
Come back to me, my love.
"I swear I will."
And Jake felt Teri withdraw, for now. He cried out in pain, but he was in control.
She hadn't broken him before, when it was completely hopeless.
She damn sure wouldn't break him now.
* * *
Teri strode into the middle of the argument, calm and collected.
"We need to wait," she said simply. "He knows what he's doing."
"Like Hell he does,"� said Anon. "But he's going to do it anyhow. Did you reach him?"
Teri nodded. "Yes, he's alive."�
"Well then,"� said Leah, "we'd best start sleeping in shifts. They could strike at any time. We need to be at the top of our game."
* * *
Liz looked at her sleeping friends, and considered her next move.
They weren't ready--not in the least. But they had some abilities.
Her foes were powerful, she realized. And they likely had some powerful friends out there.
She would need some help.
She closed her eyes, and concentrated. So many sisters dispersed to the wind…but there was one she felt was still there.
Yes--there she was. A binder on the braces of a twelve-year-old girl held her spirit. She had been placed there by a powerful person years ago, but nobody had paid her much mind since.
She was trapped. But Liz was skilled.
It was just an hour later when Leah Jackson rematerialized in the room, looking shocked to be there.
She looked up at Liz, disbelieving, and then a sudden bit of recognition crossed her face, along with a broad smile.
"Do I have you to thank for freeing me?"� she asked.
"Yes, Madame President. I need your expertise. You see, I have tried to reorganize us, but a traitor is aiding them."
"You mean Ceres, of course. Betrayed womanhood, chose the Cadre over us."
"Exactly,"� said Liz. "And if we don't move quickly, we're going to be in big trouble."�
"Well,"� said the President of the Athena League, showing no signs that she'd spent the past several years trapped in a neverending cycle of degradation, "we'd best move quickly then."�
* * *
D.X. was really wishing that this girl had decided to get down to business with her boyfriend on a different night.
Liz had chosen to affix him with an imagined dollop of petroleum jelly to the girl's behind, but now the sweat of their lovemaking was causing him to slide closer to ground zero; even indestructible, he had no desire to get swept up in that.
Naturally, though, he did, falling in between engorged lips as an office-tower-sized cock slid by, pulling him into the vortex. He was violently beaten as the shaft slid in and out of a girl that its owner had met just hours before.
Just as the boy was about to come, he was pulled back to the hotel room with Liz. He looked up, and blinked in dismay.
Leah Jackson. Just what this party needed--another psychotic bitch.
* * *
The hours of torture that D.X. endured won't be recounted by me. That he endured them was a testament to his strength, and his desire to see his wife again.
When the two women finally allowed him to pass out from the pain, Liz smiled deeply.
It was a bit ahead of schedule perhaps. But she knew the time had come.
Tomorrow they would strike. There was no time to delay—delay would only strengthen their opponents’ hand.
No, by the end of the next day, they would finally achieve what they had failed to accomplish ten years earlier. In a few short hours, they would have their victory.