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Vice Bunker

Chapter 30

-VB-

Sophia tried to keep her breathing steady as she found herself going deeper and deeper into the earth.

The earth made her … uncomfortable. It wasn’t that she couldn’t breathe while phased. She could. No, the reason why she didn’t like phasing into the ground was that as she travels deeper into the ground, pressure builds up and made her feel suffocated.

That pressure was part of the reason why she had lashed out as she had in PRT’s bunker. She was already pissed as hell being underground and then she got into a fight with one of the prissy Karens who spent all of their time complaining about the hunger. Bitch, everyone was hungry! So she may have slapped the bitch a little too hard, and drew some blood. And then fought Dennis because the Karen was his mom.

She got jailed for that, and whatever happened in the PRT bunker led her to become this guy’s prisoner and … he basically tortured her with isolation.

She shivered at the thought of it and being sent back there.

“So where are we going?” she asked.

“Somewhere with privacy.”

She shivered. Sophia remembered his conversation with Taylor, and it was very clear that he was going to do something perverted with her. The bastard wasn’t even going to deign her with his dick, though. No, he was a weirdo who wanted her to watch him fuck the wimp.

“What? So you can rape me?” she asked but without the sneer she would have used in normal conversations.

“Rape you? I have your mind in my hand, Sophia,” he asked while looking over his shoulder. His face broke into tentacles as did the rest of his body, and she nearly jerked back. “Ready to be broken with a bit more isolation.”

She shivered, and saw him laughing at her.

“Rape? I don’t need to rape you to break you for harming Taylor. No, I’m going to make sure your life is … let’s say that I am a man of fairness and say humiliation of one year is good enough.”

“What?” she asked in confusion.

“I did say I was going to make you wear a skimpy maid outfit, right?”

“...Yes,” she hissed through her gritted teeth.

Right then, she saw a tunnel and staircase heading downwards. It was lit brightly, but the staircase took a sharp right turn that cut off the line of sight. Compared to the previous tunnels they had walked down, this one felt … different.

Like no one else would come here. For now.

“Come on.”

She followed him down.

-VB-

What she came to was …

“What is that?” she asked very quietly as she stared down at a blobbing mass at the center of a giant artificial cavern.

He didn’t answer.

And then he pushed her in.

She immediately phased but fell forward due to her momentum…

And then landed on the blob.

Tentacles rose up and she tried to run, but three of them wrapped around her ankles and legs. She screamed as the blob pulled her down into itself. She clawed and pulled, but there were even more tentacles wrapping around her!

She came out of her phase.

“Why?!” she shouted up at him as she felt her legs submerge completely.

“Oh, don’t be a sourpuss,” he dismissed her. “You’re just getting a makeover.”

Before she could even completely process that statement, her hold on the blob’s surface broke underneath her fingers and got dragged into it. She screamed and …. And …

Nothing was happening.

She winced when she felt something dribble down but didn’t burn her.

But it smelled off. No, the fluid didn’t smell off. Something smelled off after it came down.

Despite the lack of lighting, she could kind of see, and saw her clothes melting to the liquid. That’s where the smell was coming from!

She struggled, screamed, clawed, and punched. Nothing worked.

She wasn’t going to get eaten!

Then the stomach around her closed in on her, and she … she cried.

She was going to get eaten, wasn’t sh-?

She braced herself as she felt herself getting sucked all around her, and then felt … something. Something smooth, bits of roughness, and then -.

Pfoomph!

And then she was out of the blob and tumbling in the air.

“KYAAAHHH!!!”

And then she plopped down onto the blob. She quickly scrambled up and -.

And … And …!?

“W-What the hell is this?!”

“What, like it?”

She looked up and glared at Alan. That’s what Taylor called him.

Sophia glared back down at herself and the maid uniform the blob had put on her after melting away her other clothes in its stomach. Also, why were her breasts three cup sizes too big?!

“It’s not too hard to do a quick modification,” Alan teased, and her anger bubbled inside of her. “So now, you are a dark-skinned, busty maid. Everyone is going to think that I’m fucking you behind closed doors, but I won’t be fucking you. Not yet. I want you to stew as the rest of the people think you are a cum maid.”

She glared up at him but bit her lips. She couldn’t fight back, not if it meant going back into the room. He’s shown her already three ways that her power didn’t matter.

She was too weak … just like Taylor had been.

“I hope you’re ready to become the center of the rumor mill,” he chuckled, sounding way too pleased with himself. “There’s only so many novel entertainment in the bunker, you know?”