Episode 6: Variety Snuff-Part 1

The room was bright and misty, and the warm and moistened air abundant in humidity. The sounds of running water spraying and hitting the tiled-floors was everywhere, and was only matched by the occasional giggles and moans of the room’s nine other occupants.

This was a typical day at one of the dozens of in-facility GG Corp. shower rooms.

Although they were of all the same age, no more or less than 18 on the dot, none of them was quite like the other. In fact, it was safe to say that most of them were completely unique from ‘any’ girl their age in the entire facility.

One girl’s shoulder’s, along with almost 70% of her nubile form, was covered with an assortment of tattoos, all oriental in design. Another, a chocolate-skinned brunette, had the distinctive features of small horns on her head, and an extra set of arms to match her extra set of E-grade breasts.

One had the resemblance of the Kitsune from Japanese lore, and with every brush of the soap-covered sponge against her triangular ears came the occasional waggle of her long and bushy tail. One girl in particular, secluded in the corner and pretending to deeply scrub away at herself, was, in actuality, secretly stroking the only masculine and now fully erect feature on her entire body.

Even though all of them were unique from each other in some strange way, one in particular seemed to stick out from the rest like a sore thumb: she was shy.

She was small in stature, and looked much younger than she actually was. This matter of size seemed to get to her, because as everyone (with the subtraction of the only clothed figure in the entire room watching them intently) around her was happily scrubbing away and occasionally giving their assets a good stroke or two, this girl in particular was bothered by every single asset she had on her.

Her bust was too small; almost non-existent compared to the B to Es that jiggled and bounced around and about her. Her frame was very light; a compliment to her already child-like physique that made her seem younger than the grown and mature young women around her. And as she looked down at her maidenhood, and watched as suds were washed away from the soft and hairless lips, she could safely assume that ‘that’, when compared to every other in the entire room, was just too tight.

She was alone, yet physiologically speaking wasn’t. Her sister was in the room too, energetically chatting herself away at the fox-girl (who realized long ago that completely ignoring her made her more productive) as they both washed themselves off. Yet, her sister was of a much simpler mind than her own, and as consequence didn’t suffer through the bouts of self-doubt and worry that she was going through right now.

It seemed that, as she had only started to rub the soapy wash-sponge against her delicate frame, that she would spend the remainder of “shower-time” alone.

“Hey there; need help washing your back?”

Before the nervous little girl could even answer, a figure from behind had taken gentle hold of her right shoulder, and with the other hand began stroking something rough and squishy against her back. Although startling at first, the girl soon embraced the gentle rhythm of the sponge against her, and relaxed even further when she turned around to face her holder.

It was a young woman, no doubt the same age as herself, but she was tall, very tall. By that it didn’t mean that due to her small stature that the woman was taller than her, but the woman was huge; a thin-framed giant that seemed to make short of every other occupant in the entire room by a few inches. But even with such an astonishing height, it did not betray her delicateness and beauty.

Although her body lacked muscle (but didn’t lack too much of it), it strongly held the more womanly features true to her nature. The hands were soft and gentile, for as one firmly but gently held onto her shoulder, the other was slowly and with great care scrubbing away along her entire backside. Although she couldn’t see her breasts, she deemed them to be about a modest 34” D, for she could feel them dangling and lightly pressing against the top of her flat and smoothly stylized hair.

“You have some beautiful hair; did you know that?”

The little girl blushed at the comment, but also took note that something seemed off with the feminine voice, like it sounded synthetic in some way. She decided to crane her head a little more to get a glimpse of the tall woman herself, and was awed in her subtle yet mesmerizing grace.

Her face was thin but soft, and was framed by a wild mass of muddy-brown hair that rested upon her own shoulders; from the sheer bulk of it, it must have also reached her back. The eyes, gentle and deep-pink in hue, stood out boldly against the tanned-peach skin. She smiled warmly at the little girl she was bathing, a smile that held not the focus of lust but the kindness one would share with a friend. It cheered the little girl up greatly.

She did notice, however, that she wore an odd looking thing around her neck. It was bulky and like a small collar, and something no other occupant in the entire room had. As the little one began to wonder what it was for, the answer came when that sweet yet artificial voice came out of it.

Without moving her lips to speak, the tall woman kindly asked, “Hi, I’m May. What would your name be?”

Trying with difficulty to hide her shyness, the little girl blushingly replied.

“I’m…….I’m Emily.”

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Emily gasped for air, and when she managed to regain full control of her senses, she found herself slumped against the smooth-cement wall. She looked difficultly all around her, and as she saw both the overhead lights and the bloody backside of the impaled Kandi Cheerleader, she began to regain focus of where she was and what she was doing.

She was looking for Tommy to tell him something of great importance, and thanks to the insight of Molly (now a maid for some reason), her search had been led down to the long and vacantly-occupied basement. And although she found Kandi, who had come to quite a grisly demise in her opinion, she had yet to find who she was really looking for.

Pulling herself up from the wall, she looked all over herself to realize that she had been sweating immensely, the bottom of Tommy’s T-shirt completely soaked. Taking her hands (also covered in sweat), she managed to tie the bottom up into a thick knot; a setup that although didn’t reveal much of her thanks to its flatness, it did however expose the thin strap of her panties not covered by the boy shorts she loved so much.

“How long have I been out?”

As much as she began to ask herself on the sudden passage of time, the true reality was that everything she had remembered was glimpsed in only a matter of seconds. But the passage of time was soon a forgotten concern for Emily, for thoughts of her long-lost friend May brought upon her emotions of warmth and easiness.

She wondered why she had forgotten all about her long-lost friend, a person who for no genuine reason at the time befriended her, despite being the same kind of product as Emily was. The thoughts and feelings of her gentile friend embracing her in her arms again made her wish they could see each other again, but something inside told her that she wouldn’t see her again.

She knew that she could never se her again, ever, but she didn’t know why. As questions danced inside her head (which she now realized was lightly aching) as to why this was so, she decided to set it aside for another time; she had to find Tommy.

It was now, that she noticed the door.

It was firmly shut and alone against the barren wall, and whose wood was so glossy and out-standing against the dull grey of the concrete that she questioned herself why the heck she didn’t see it before. Pressing her ear against it, she could hear the faint sounds of something moaning inside; ‘something’ as opposed to someone because it sounded a lot like quiet gurgling too.

Although curiosity beckoned her to open the door at once, she also understood that doing so may be extremely rude on her part; a simple knock or two would be much more polite.
The gurgling continued on unbroken as a different voice, a familiar voice, called out from behind, “IT’S UNLOCKED!”

She had found what she had searched for.

Not wishing to wait a moment longer, she placed her sweated palm onto the smooth, silvery-gold doorknob (again, why didn’t she see it before?), gave it a turn and pushed the door aside.

Assuming she’d find Tommy firsthand, she spoke out, “Tommy, I’ve wished to se…”, and then halted herself at the sight of a young and unclothed girl hanging herself from the ceiling.

Well, ‘mostly’ unclothed would have been a better way of describing it, when counting the only garments, white-cottoned panties and black socks, that her tanned and otherwise naked body had on right now; which was a thing of beauty to look at. With every gurgle and light jerk the young girl gave, her modestly-sized breasts swayed and twitched lightly.

She seemed to be still alive, and as Emily looked further, she realized that the girl wasn’t too far off from the ground; in fact, if she really cared about her life, she could be supporting herself up right now with the tips of her sock-covered toes, but it seemed that for whatever reason, she had no desires to do so.

As Emily stepped into the room, to both get a better look at the bizarre scene going on now and to find Tommy, the door closed from behind, and the young man said,

“Emily, it’s good to see you up and about. Wanna help me make a snuff film?”