Episode 5: Harem-Part 5

If what Molly said was true (what need would she have to lie?), than Tommy and the rest of the V-Pack were downstairs in the basement; the only part of the entire house Emily had yet to see.

As she opened what she assumed was the correct door, she was welcomed by the massive descent of dark, cement stairs leading downwards to an unusually well-lit bottom. With a sigh from her lips, Emily carefully made her way down the rough surface of the steps; she really wished she hadn’t done this bear-foot.

Emily wasn’t afraid of the dark; she was just annoyed by the darks’ tendency to hide things that were considered vital to move around without a hitch, like the metal hand-bars that were becoming difficult to hold onto. But none the less, she was able to reach the bottom without a hitch, yet she was amazed by how long the trip had been; she counted those steps, and it was nearly ‘twice’ as much on the stairs leading from the fist to second floors. As she wondered why the flight down to the basement had been so long, she looked around and above herself, and knew the very reason why: this place was HUGE!

When Tommy first told her about this place, he said that out of all the development and investment it took his uncle to make it his; and the sheer size and scale of it showed that clearly. It was large, and if it were any larger, it’d be half the size of a warehouse. The ceiling stood nearly twenty feet above her head, with lights dotting it in an even, well-spaced grid.

She gazed far down to the other side of the basement, and deemed that the wall was somewhere around fifty feet from where she stood; and looking at the walls from her sides, she deemed them to be about just as far. The floor and walls (and even the ceiling) were made entirely of smooth, solid concrete, a quality that made probably made the place very sound-proof; which could explain why Tommy didn’t hear her calling from earlier. The whole place seemed to be more of a private storage-bunker than an ordinary household basement, and remembering the story Tommy had told her on the way here, she knew that it wasn’t far from the truth at all.

On the plane-trip here, in which they found themselves lazing it out in first-class, Tommy told Emily about many of the classic stories that his uncle had enjoyed telling him; and one of them was a clear explanation on the scale of this basement.

In the years when his uncle was a heavy partaker in the life of a dockworker, and when the gen-tech industry was taking its first steps, the dock yards around the area were facing a heavy stream of robberies. At the time, he was the main source of ridicule and suspicion towards committing such a crime (being an American dock worker in a Japanese-based dock and all), but it wasn’t soon after until the true thief was found out. He must have been a real amateur, for it didn’t take long for the trail of stolen goods to be found and traced back to their base-of-operations up in the mountains. It appeared that the robber stored the goods in an underground storage unit built a decade prior, and with his prints all over the place, he was caught and arrested in no time at all.

As the years passed and as he came to own his own dock, and as his ‘fair-share’ of wealth began to grow, his intrigue of that ‘bunker’ remained and grew, until at last he decided to buy the property himself. Originally there wasn’t much use for the place, but with his uncle being a smart man, he decided to build his dream house, with the ‘bunker’ modified to act as a basement. The place was indeed nice and all, and he was well prepared to settle down and make it his home, until news was given to him of the death of his sister and brother in-law, with only one other of his kin left on the face of the earth.

After taking care of his nephew, along with making sure he was well-funded for both college and beyond, he made plans to go back to Japan; yet, he decided against it. With so much loss shrouding him, with the existence of his last and only family member comforting him, he decided to abandon the country of Japan, and stay in his home-country as a dockworker.

And although he was done with Japan, he still held onto that ‘dream-home’ of his, hoping someday Tommy might enjoy it.

Emily, who although had never met the man in her entire life (she was less than a year old after all), thanked him greatly for this gift, and wished him peace to wherever he was now. But as she turned the corner of the steps (which were jutting out of the wall she had yet to face), she was welcomed by the sight of something that said ‘anything’ but peace to beyond.

She was tall, blonde and big-busted, the kind of girl you’d find running around aimlessly in a Friday the 13th film; she watched one of those with Tommy once, and it scared her so bad she made sure it would only ‘ever’ be once. Her athletically-built frame was standing in a slouched position, fitting well in the cheerleader’s outfit she wore. Her mouth was wide open, revealing the perfect set of teeth in lips that one could only see as smiling. Her eyes, big-blue gems that stood out against the white, freckled skin of her face and body, were wide and filled with excitement. Her hands grasped tightly to her breasts, with no sign of them letting go visible at the moment.
Hardly pulling her gaze away from the girl, Emily thumbed her way through the folder until she saw what she knew as the correct file. Her designated (and full) name was Kandi the Cheerleader, and according to her specs, she was in fact modeled to be one of those victims of Vorehaas, or whatever Emily could remember him being called. She was a stereotypical blonde, one that was always dumb, and always horny; very, extremely horny.

Now, all of this would seem completely fine and normal for one to look at, and was of no real reason for Emily to be so shocked………if it weren’t for the fact that at the moment her entire body was being impaled by a long, metallic rod.

Indeed, Kandi the Cheerleader’s entire body was both impaled and propped up by a metal rod that appeared to be secured from the floor; and by the look in her eyes, she was in fact dead. Although much of her clothing was still on, all of it was soaked by the vast quantities of blood she must have lost. Her hands were clenching her well-sized breasts, and were held there by the large, single nails that kept them on, with the sharp, rusted metal piercing the nipples. In fact her nailed hands were all that was holding the arms onto her body, for they had all been severed under the armpits, with a pompom concealing the ragged and bloody stumps.

The entire sight shocked Emily greatly; she could never have imagined that Tommy could be so violent. And what really baffled her was the expression that this poor cheerleader had on her face: it was extremely aroused.

Looking even further, she noticed that her dim-blue eyes were not wide with fear, but wide with anticipation. Her open mouth (in which it was possible for Emily to see the pointed, metal tip of the impaling rod in the very back of Kandi’s throat) was shaped into a vague smile, with a mixture of both saliva and blood dripping slowly from the bottom lip.

To understand why she was like this, Emily returned her focus back to the folder, and was quick to figure it out. Apparently Kandi was designed with the common look of ‘pain as pleasure’ taken in an extreme route, and going so far as to treat pain like it was an orgasm. Also, her nerve-endings had been altered to continually treat any harm like it was a simple breeze, allowing the idiotic cheerleader to be oblivious to even the most drastic of wounds. Thus, she must have really enjoyed herself while not only when her arms were cut off and nailed to her boobs, but also as the cold rod pierced her womanhood, and made its way all the way through her body and up into her brain.

But as Emily once again looked at the photo of the now deceased girl, she realized she may have seen her somewhere before. At first, she thought the cheerleader must have been modeled after a real-life person like some base models were, but Emily felt that this wasn’t the case.

For a moment Emily thought she might have been in the same bunker room as both her and her twin sister, but she automatically knew this couldn’t be the case; at the Creation Facility gals were stored in bunk-rooms designated by age, and according to Kandi’s profile she was supposed to be 19 years in age, meaning she had to have been in a different bunk-room somewhere in the facility.

No, she must have seen her out in the hallways during shipment transport, or maybe when they had to be cleaned together in the massive sanitation rooms; those were one of only a few other times gals of different age-groups could make contact with one another. Either way, she had seen this girl somewhere before, and trying to think harder on ‘where’ only invigorated her desire to seek out Tommy as soon as possible.

Despite how gruesome this scene was to her, Emily wasn’t going to let it teeter her away from her search for Tommy; and just by the looks of how recent this scene was, he had to be somewhere near by. And just as if signaled by her suspicions, a noise was heard from the corner of the basement; it was also a very strange noise too, as if a rope had been snapped by something heavy. Emily moved on, leaving the horny yet dead cheerleader known as Kandi to her grisly but well-enjoyed display.

Yet, if she had stayed a little longer, by only just a few seconds, Emily would have noticed something important about why this cheerleader had been so memorable in the first place. Small drops of fresh blood trickled out of the ears, no doubt a result from the internal puncture of her skull, and with them came out something else entirely. It oozed out, and began turning the once-bright-red brain fluid into a much darker hue; a color that without a doubt, was blue.