December's Playtime
Your Life......Smaller
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
tinylelouch
As this horrific realization struck you things only seemed to go downhill, your legs gave way beneath you and you fell over, staring at the neverending floor boards as the nightmarish thoughts piled on top of one another. You were so caught up in your mental shock it didn't even register that the continental tweasers December had were now being used to hoist you up.
Lost in thought you stared at the ground, it soon becoming no more than a blurr as you were lifted past your sister's hip. A rhythmic sort of sound brought you back to reality, your horrified mind instantly thought Rouge was knocking on the door. It wasn't Rouge nor a knocking at all, this sound was unfamiliar. It took several minutes but your guy told you what it was, the idea made you feel all the smaller.
Heartbeat, you were around December's lower stomach and you could hear her heart beating. It didn't even seem humanly possible, the greatest advances in science and technology couldn't achieve what you heard. You were at least a foot away from your sister's torso but technology needed to be right against it to hear a thing.
As depressing as it was it did bring you to reality once more, you finally realized you were being hoisted in the air. December was talking, but at this close range it was unintelligible, You could hear the loud noise, heck she could feel the vibrations in the air from it but you couldn't understand it.
Closing your eyes you focused solely on December's voice, attempting to understand her. You didn't know why you were trying nor why you would want to but you tried, and to an extent...succeeded.
Faintly you could make out a few key words and phrases. Although you got nothing but chunks of a full statement, "I outta.........breasts....jerk....foot......Rouge.....kill......torture.......goo d for nothing...."
You heard a whole lot of negative terms but nothing that made the slightest bit of sense. December seemed to be lecturing you, probably comparing you to dirt. You chuckle at the idea that maybe being unable to understand her was a blessing in disguise.
Seeming to have finished her lecture moments later December started walking again, by turning your head you saw her returning to her room. A part of you prayed she would slip and fall so you could escape, of course for once nothing stupid or foolish happened to December, she just sat atop her bed and stared at you as she hovered the tweasers in the air.
At point blank range she failed to make out your form in the tweasers, without something like a magnifying glass she couldn't even register a speck of your existence. She started talking again, and again you couldn't understand her, not even trying to interperet this time.
December moved her hand to the tip of her shirt, curiously you watched. You were unsure what possessed your sister to do such a thing but she began removing her shirt! As if she were giving a strip tease December slowly removed the navy blue tank top she had worn, only finding a problem when she got to the sleeve that held the arm holding you. She took extra care not to drop you though and slid out of it gracefully, now she was clad in nothing but shorts and a dark blue bra that held her H-Cup breasts.
Despite being your sister a small part of you felt aroused at December's form, an arousal that was furthered when she did something you never expected, she began removing her bra. This went far better than her shirt, all December did was undo the little strand she had at the back and presto! Her bra fell right off.
As if they awaited freedom December's twins burst from their prison in record time, seeming to have doubled in size accompanying their freedom. Once again December started speaking, no more intelligible than the last few times. The sentence was short, as soon as she finished December lowered you down to her chest as she slowly layed back on her bed.
Not so gently she dropped you on her left nipple where you landed with a painful thud. Yet again December spoke, this time it seemed crystal clear. "Start Climbing." Cautiously you looked around, December's nipple once seemed so smooth (Don't ask how you know that) but now you saw all the true details, all the small ridges and cracks and miniature canyons. To you it was a death trap, and December wanted you to climb. Climb down her breast and possibly back up, and then if you did somehow finish Rouge would probably arrive.
A scary thought indeed....
Lost in thought you stared at the ground, it soon becoming no more than a blurr as you were lifted past your sister's hip. A rhythmic sort of sound brought you back to reality, your horrified mind instantly thought Rouge was knocking on the door. It wasn't Rouge nor a knocking at all, this sound was unfamiliar. It took several minutes but your guy told you what it was, the idea made you feel all the smaller.
Heartbeat, you were around December's lower stomach and you could hear her heart beating. It didn't even seem humanly possible, the greatest advances in science and technology couldn't achieve what you heard. You were at least a foot away from your sister's torso but technology needed to be right against it to hear a thing.
As depressing as it was it did bring you to reality once more, you finally realized you were being hoisted in the air. December was talking, but at this close range it was unintelligible, You could hear the loud noise, heck she could feel the vibrations in the air from it but you couldn't understand it.
Closing your eyes you focused solely on December's voice, attempting to understand her. You didn't know why you were trying nor why you would want to but you tried, and to an extent...succeeded.
Faintly you could make out a few key words and phrases. Although you got nothing but chunks of a full statement, "I outta.........breasts....jerk....foot......Rouge.....kill......torture.......goo d for nothing...."
You heard a whole lot of negative terms but nothing that made the slightest bit of sense. December seemed to be lecturing you, probably comparing you to dirt. You chuckle at the idea that maybe being unable to understand her was a blessing in disguise.
Seeming to have finished her lecture moments later December started walking again, by turning your head you saw her returning to her room. A part of you prayed she would slip and fall so you could escape, of course for once nothing stupid or foolish happened to December, she just sat atop her bed and stared at you as she hovered the tweasers in the air.
At point blank range she failed to make out your form in the tweasers, without something like a magnifying glass she couldn't even register a speck of your existence. She started talking again, and again you couldn't understand her, not even trying to interperet this time.
December moved her hand to the tip of her shirt, curiously you watched. You were unsure what possessed your sister to do such a thing but she began removing her shirt! As if she were giving a strip tease December slowly removed the navy blue tank top she had worn, only finding a problem when she got to the sleeve that held the arm holding you. She took extra care not to drop you though and slid out of it gracefully, now she was clad in nothing but shorts and a dark blue bra that held her H-Cup breasts.
Despite being your sister a small part of you felt aroused at December's form, an arousal that was furthered when she did something you never expected, she began removing her bra. This went far better than her shirt, all December did was undo the little strand she had at the back and presto! Her bra fell right off.
As if they awaited freedom December's twins burst from their prison in record time, seeming to have doubled in size accompanying their freedom. Once again December started speaking, no more intelligible than the last few times. The sentence was short, as soon as she finished December lowered you down to her chest as she slowly layed back on her bed.
Not so gently she dropped you on her left nipple where you landed with a painful thud. Yet again December spoke, this time it seemed crystal clear. "Start Climbing." Cautiously you looked around, December's nipple once seemed so smooth (Don't ask how you know that) but now you saw all the true details, all the small ridges and cracks and miniature canyons. To you it was a death trap, and December wanted you to climb. Climb down her breast and possibly back up, and then if you did somehow finish Rouge would probably arrive.
A scary thought indeed....
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