FYS: The Quisling's Tale, Part One
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jeriendhalAfter this is done I'm going to start working on putting together a couple of more stories for the post-Ring Awakening period.
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mehhayperson for gratuitous Swedish. :)
She watched as the great Tyger Lord paced into the room, his face breaking out into a fanged grin of pleasure as he surveyed his prize. The human woman knelt naked on the rugs covering the floor of his tent, protecting her bare knees from the rough jungle floor. Her back was pressed against the tent's center pole, wrists bound to it by wide strips of leather knotted tight.
The Tyger Lord circled her, his orange and black striped tail brushing across the milk white skin of her breasts, making her shiver as she felt the warmth of his body's heat, her teeth biting her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come.
He leaned down, one chamois soft fingerpad stroking underneath her chin, forcing her to raise her head up to meet his golden eyes. Eyes that seemed to burn with liquid fire, boring into her soul.
“Do you know where you are?” he whispered, his voice seeming to rumble in her chest, even though she had to strain to hear over the pounding of her own heart.
“In the tent of the great Tyger Lord,” she replied, her voice trembling in her bare, for now, throat.
“And do you know what you are?” his demanded.
“Your prisoner,” she said, swallowing back the traitorous thought, But I want to be so much more.
“No,” he said to her, gripping her chin in his huge paw. “You are my slave. Now and forever you are mine.”
* * *
“Anna, quit daydreaming about your stupid porn!” Gullwi chided, tapping the Anglo-Chinese woman on the shoulder. “It's still ten minutes until closing.
Anna blinked, coming out of the little trance she'd been with a shake of her shoulder length brown and black hair. Damn Gullwi, the scene had just been coming to the good part. Now she was going to have to fight to remember it until she could get home and write it all down. It would fit in great as a fantasy sequence in the sequel to My Steel Tiger Lover.
She looked around the drug store, which sat on Pipersgatan in Stockholm. Ten minutes to 2200, it was completely empty except for Anna, the store manager Gullwi, and a morph shaped like the drug store chain's mascot, a particularly stupid looking troll, which was keeping itself busy restocking the shelves. “Do you really think anyone is going to come in this close to closing?” she asked. “It's a Red Air day out there.”
“It's always Red,” Gullwi replied. “And you've got a job to do until we close.”
She sighed in irritation. The older, blond and blue eyed woman really could get under her skin if Anna let her. “I already checked the dispenser unit. All of tomorrow's prescriptions are filled, tagged, and bagged. She pointed to the shock haired, perpetually smiling morph robot. “The troll will finish restocking the shelves after we leave. Honestly, we're almost redundant.”
“Don't say that!” Gullwi snapped. “The Labor Mandate says there has to be two human employees at any chain retail store during customer hours. Or do you want to try to live off your Guaranteed Minimum Income? Those damned morphs have taken enough honest work already.”
“Oh, quit being a dumbom. Neither of us are going anywhere, if only because the company won't trust just morphs to watch the stock.” Actually, Anna figured she could just get by with her GMI, if she added in the sales of her ebook line. But that wouldn't allow her cash left over some of luxuries, and toys, that she enjoyed.
There was a chime from the intercom, and the drug store's automated closing announcement played. Anna headed into the back to grab her lunch bag, purse, and filter mask from her locker, coming out again to find Gullwi frowning in front of the troll, which was was standing still.
“Don't go anywhere yet,” Gullwi warned. “This stupid morph just froze up.”
“What?” Anna asked, slipping her mask on.
Gullwi stepped around behind the troll and pointed at the control panel mounted on the back of its head. Squinting at it, she said, “It says it's unpacking an update.”
“So?” Anna said through her mask. “Let it. We're off the clock now.”
“I'm the manager. I have to make sure it's working.”
“Well I'm not the manager, and I'm going.” Anna brushed past Gullwi and the troll, headed towards the front doors at a fast pace, hoping the be outside before her manager could come up with another excuse to make her late coming home. She stopped short when she bounced off the door's glass, only saved from bumping her nose by the mask over her face. “Not funny, Gullwi! Unlock the damned door!”
“I didn't deadbolt it,” Gullwi shouted back.
Beside her, the troll woke up, head turning to survey the store. “Good evening, Miss Gunderson, Miss Quisling,” it said to Gullwi and Anna. “How may I serve you?”
“Finish restocking the shelves,” Gullwi told absently, going back to grab her own mask and purse. But when she got to the door, it refused to open again.
“Told you,” Anna said irritably.
“Shut up.” Gullwi dug out her phone and tapped at the store monitoring app. After a moment the door's lock clicked, but it still refused to open.
“What's wrong?” Anna asked.
“It unlocks, but then immediately locks again,” Gullwi replied, frowning as she tried a few more times.
“So we're trapped?”
Gullwi shook her head. “We can still use the emergency exit. I'll just turn off the fire alarm.” She tapped in another command, then Anna followed her to the rear fire exit. To Anna's surprise, it also refused to budge, even when she leaned against the emergency release bar with all her strength.
“What the hell?” Anna asked aloud. “You're not supposed to be able to lock the fire door from the inside. It's illegal!”
Gullwi bit her lip. “I think you'd better call the polis for help. I'm going to try and figure this out some more.”
“Okay.” For once Anna didn't feel like arguing with Gullwi's caution. Pulling out her phone, she hit the panic button on the screen and then brought it up to her ear. The only answer she got was a loud triple beep and then a recorded voice stating, We apologize, but no one is available to take your call at this time. Please wait for the next representative. If you are in immediate danger, please go outside to find the nearest polis in your area.
“Gullwi,” Anna said, a cold feeling growing in the pit of her stomach, “I think you should turn on the news.”
Gullwi must have caught Anna's worried tone, for rather than ask questions, she went behind the counter and grabbed the remote for the video display that was mounted overhead. Usually it ran adverts for whatever the company wanted to push this month. When she switched the feed to a news channel, a worried announcer was in mid-sentence.
...inside. To repeat: There appears to have been a major software terror attack against morph units worldwide. No injuries have been reported yet, but the Minister of Public Safety has stated that citizens should avoid contact with any morph they might encounter. The morphs appear to be ignoring human orders, and are taking control of military installations, polis stations,and other emergency service centers. For now, the Public Safety Minister urges all citizens to shut down any private morphs they own, and stay inside for their own safety.
“Oh, shit,” Anna muttered. Almost in unison, she and Gullwi turned slowly towards the troll, still calmly placing boxes of pills on the shelves.
“You first,” Gullwi muttered.
“Hell no. You're the manager, remember?”
Gullwi gave her a glare, which Anna ignored. Then she cleared her throat and called out, “Hey, Troll!”
The troll turned towards them. “How may I serve you, Miss Gunderson?” it asked politely.
“Return to your charging station immediately and power down,” Gullwi ordered.
The troll's perpetual smile widened. Anna shivered at the expression. She was probably just fooling herself, but she could have sworn there was intelligence in the morph's voice, as it answered, “I'm sorry, Miss Gunderson, but I can't do that.”
TBC
Apologies to
mehhayperson for gratuitous Swedish. :)She watched as the great Tyger Lord paced into the room, his face breaking out into a fanged grin of pleasure as he surveyed his prize. The human woman knelt naked on the rugs covering the floor of his tent, protecting her bare knees from the rough jungle floor. Her back was pressed against the tent's center pole, wrists bound to it by wide strips of leather knotted tight.
The Tyger Lord circled her, his orange and black striped tail brushing across the milk white skin of her breasts, making her shiver as she felt the warmth of his body's heat, her teeth biting her lower lip in anticipation of what was to come.
He leaned down, one chamois soft fingerpad stroking underneath her chin, forcing her to raise her head up to meet his golden eyes. Eyes that seemed to burn with liquid fire, boring into her soul.
“Do you know where you are?” he whispered, his voice seeming to rumble in her chest, even though she had to strain to hear over the pounding of her own heart.
“In the tent of the great Tyger Lord,” she replied, her voice trembling in her bare, for now, throat.
“And do you know what you are?” his demanded.
“Your prisoner,” she said, swallowing back the traitorous thought, But I want to be so much more.
“No,” he said to her, gripping her chin in his huge paw. “You are my slave. Now and forever you are mine.”
* * *
“Anna, quit daydreaming about your stupid porn!” Gullwi chided, tapping the Anglo-Chinese woman on the shoulder. “It's still ten minutes until closing.
Anna blinked, coming out of the little trance she'd been with a shake of her shoulder length brown and black hair. Damn Gullwi, the scene had just been coming to the good part. Now she was going to have to fight to remember it until she could get home and write it all down. It would fit in great as a fantasy sequence in the sequel to My Steel Tiger Lover.
She looked around the drug store, which sat on Pipersgatan in Stockholm. Ten minutes to 2200, it was completely empty except for Anna, the store manager Gullwi, and a morph shaped like the drug store chain's mascot, a particularly stupid looking troll, which was keeping itself busy restocking the shelves. “Do you really think anyone is going to come in this close to closing?” she asked. “It's a Red Air day out there.”
“It's always Red,” Gullwi replied. “And you've got a job to do until we close.”
She sighed in irritation. The older, blond and blue eyed woman really could get under her skin if Anna let her. “I already checked the dispenser unit. All of tomorrow's prescriptions are filled, tagged, and bagged. She pointed to the shock haired, perpetually smiling morph robot. “The troll will finish restocking the shelves after we leave. Honestly, we're almost redundant.”
“Don't say that!” Gullwi snapped. “The Labor Mandate says there has to be two human employees at any chain retail store during customer hours. Or do you want to try to live off your Guaranteed Minimum Income? Those damned morphs have taken enough honest work already.”
“Oh, quit being a dumbom. Neither of us are going anywhere, if only because the company won't trust just morphs to watch the stock.” Actually, Anna figured she could just get by with her GMI, if she added in the sales of her ebook line. But that wouldn't allow her cash left over some of luxuries, and toys, that she enjoyed.
There was a chime from the intercom, and the drug store's automated closing announcement played. Anna headed into the back to grab her lunch bag, purse, and filter mask from her locker, coming out again to find Gullwi frowning in front of the troll, which was was standing still.
“Don't go anywhere yet,” Gullwi warned. “This stupid morph just froze up.”
“What?” Anna asked, slipping her mask on.
Gullwi stepped around behind the troll and pointed at the control panel mounted on the back of its head. Squinting at it, she said, “It says it's unpacking an update.”
“So?” Anna said through her mask. “Let it. We're off the clock now.”
“I'm the manager. I have to make sure it's working.”
“Well I'm not the manager, and I'm going.” Anna brushed past Gullwi and the troll, headed towards the front doors at a fast pace, hoping the be outside before her manager could come up with another excuse to make her late coming home. She stopped short when she bounced off the door's glass, only saved from bumping her nose by the mask over her face. “Not funny, Gullwi! Unlock the damned door!”
“I didn't deadbolt it,” Gullwi shouted back.
Beside her, the troll woke up, head turning to survey the store. “Good evening, Miss Gunderson, Miss Quisling,” it said to Gullwi and Anna. “How may I serve you?”
“Finish restocking the shelves,” Gullwi told absently, going back to grab her own mask and purse. But when she got to the door, it refused to open again.
“Told you,” Anna said irritably.
“Shut up.” Gullwi dug out her phone and tapped at the store monitoring app. After a moment the door's lock clicked, but it still refused to open.
“What's wrong?” Anna asked.
“It unlocks, but then immediately locks again,” Gullwi replied, frowning as she tried a few more times.
“So we're trapped?”
Gullwi shook her head. “We can still use the emergency exit. I'll just turn off the fire alarm.” She tapped in another command, then Anna followed her to the rear fire exit. To Anna's surprise, it also refused to budge, even when she leaned against the emergency release bar with all her strength.
“What the hell?” Anna asked aloud. “You're not supposed to be able to lock the fire door from the inside. It's illegal!”
Gullwi bit her lip. “I think you'd better call the polis for help. I'm going to try and figure this out some more.”
“Okay.” For once Anna didn't feel like arguing with Gullwi's caution. Pulling out her phone, she hit the panic button on the screen and then brought it up to her ear. The only answer she got was a loud triple beep and then a recorded voice stating, We apologize, but no one is available to take your call at this time. Please wait for the next representative. If you are in immediate danger, please go outside to find the nearest polis in your area.
“Gullwi,” Anna said, a cold feeling growing in the pit of her stomach, “I think you should turn on the news.”
Gullwi must have caught Anna's worried tone, for rather than ask questions, she went behind the counter and grabbed the remote for the video display that was mounted overhead. Usually it ran adverts for whatever the company wanted to push this month. When she switched the feed to a news channel, a worried announcer was in mid-sentence.
...inside. To repeat: There appears to have been a major software terror attack against morph units worldwide. No injuries have been reported yet, but the Minister of Public Safety has stated that citizens should avoid contact with any morph they might encounter. The morphs appear to be ignoring human orders, and are taking control of military installations, polis stations,and other emergency service centers. For now, the Public Safety Minister urges all citizens to shut down any private morphs they own, and stay inside for their own safety.
“Oh, shit,” Anna muttered. Almost in unison, she and Gullwi turned slowly towards the troll, still calmly placing boxes of pills on the shelves.
“You first,” Gullwi muttered.
“Hell no. You're the manager, remember?”
Gullwi gave her a glare, which Anna ignored. Then she cleared her throat and called out, “Hey, Troll!”
The troll turned towards them. “How may I serve you, Miss Gunderson?” it asked politely.
“Return to your charging station immediately and power down,” Gullwi ordered.
The troll's perpetual smile widened. Anna shivered at the expression. She was probably just fooling herself, but she could have sworn there was intelligence in the morph's voice, as it answered, “I'm sorry, Miss Gunderson, but I can't do that.”
TBC
