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.Stopover in a little louder town	By : keithcompany Category: S through Z > The Twilight Zone Views: 2465 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Donna pulled her cart into the space at the train station. She picked up a large roll of paper and entered the station. It had become a practice to contact Carl from here. It was where things were delivered that the supplier couldn't just make appear in one of the houses, and where he collected things.
It kept the residents from seeing the giant hand come out of the sky and loom over the house.
She walked up to the ticket booth and rang the bell.
"Yes, Donna?" Carl's voice came immediately.
"I have a plan for something. Something that'll keep you occupied a bit. If you're able to look…" She started to unroll the paper.
"Hang on," he said. The train that rested outside the station pulled out. His hand slid into place behind the caboose. "All aboard!"
"I, uh, I just wanted to show you…" she protested.
"Then come here and show me," he said pleasantly. She hesitated but eventually crossed the platform and boarded the hand. It rose up to the sky and through it.
She was struck by the darkness. He seemed to live in gloom, but she could still see the hand clearly. When she looked up the features were easily visible. Well, efficient lighting was the least weird thing about her situation.
He lifted her to his eye and looked her over. Donna tried not to flinch. Or run screaming over the edge of the hand. "What do you have?" he finally asked softly.
"A roller coaster." She waited to see if he'd ask what that was. When he didn't, she unrolled her plan. "See, no one rides the train. It doesn't go anywhere, and there's no real scenery, so… It's kind of lame."
"Yes, I noticed. Bobbi rode it, but only long enough to figure out the controls."
"Yeah, but the tracks got me thinking. You could build a wicked roller coaster that circled Pleasantville."
"But it still doesn't go anywhere," he said. "Won't it be lame?"
"Not if you do a loop-de-loop at sixty miles an hour!" He listened as she described the ultimate coaster experience. What she knew of the design, the precautions and goals from an engineering course project.
After she finished, he nodded. "Interesting. It might be almost as fun to watch you guys on it as it will be to ride it."
"That's what I was thinking," she said.
"What's it worth to you?" She stared across at the eye for a moment, then laughed. "What's so funny?"
"Oh, it's just that when guys at school ask that question…" She shook her head.
"They…?" he asked.
"Oh, they're angling for sex." She pointed in the general direction of his genitals. "But Carl, you've got to be, what, thirty feet long? Sex with you would be a suicide pact."
"Uh…huh…" he grunted.
"But, you know, I'm sure we could work something out." She slipped off her halter and started to push her shorts down. "You can look, but not touch." As she slipped off her bra she smiled. "I mean, after all, you can see us when we're in the houses, right?" He nodded. "That means you can see us in the shower?" Another nod.
"And that means…" She slipped her panties off. "That means, you can see us when we lay in the bed and play with ourselves." He didn't move. She rolled up her clothes and tucked them into the crack where his thumb rested against his hand. Then she stood and twirled around on his hand.
"It's actually kind of a tease, I think. Twelve beautiful women under your control, and there's nothing you can really do with them."
"Oh, there's at least one thing," he said. He popped her into his mouth.
She screamed. Every breath out was a wail. She kicked at his teeth, clawed at his tongue and beat on everything in reach.
He tried to play with her, but she acted like a caged animal. If he pinned her she bit him, if he licked her she dug her nails in, if he left her alone she tried to chew the sides of his mouth. If any one had been in a position to see his face, they'd have thought he had a mouthful of habanero salsa and no will to swallow.
Finally he bent his head and dropped her to his hand. She didn't calm down. Rather, she screamed and scrambled across his hand. There was no sign that she's pause at the edge so he blocked her with his other hand. She screamed and turned another direction.
He ended up cupping both hands over her. As she tore at his skin he looked for a place to put her down. There was a sample beaker on the workbench. He managed to tilt it with two fingertips and dropped her down the side. She slid to the bottom and collapsed, still screaming.
"Okay, not a mouth play fan," he muttered. He found her dropped clothing and lowered down beside her. She ignored it. The screaming slowed, but then she realized that she was covered with saliva. She started scraping violently at her skin.
Carl lifted the beaker and turned to take it back to the doll-neighborhood. She looked down past her knee, through the glass bottom and 200 feet down to the floor. She screamed again. And again. He placed a hand under the bottom. She looked up and around, panting heavily.
That's when she realized she was in a glass. Something that would hold a drink. She was simultaneously certain he was going to pour something in and drown her, and that he was going to drink her up.
She stood and started beating against the sides. Her screaming was getting pretty hoarse at this point. Carl looked around for a soft place to put her down. She wouldn't let him touch her obviously, but he didn't want her hurt.
He glanced down and noticed that she was beating her hands bloody. He leaned over the swimming pool and tipped the cup over. She was still screaming as she went under. She didn't come up, so he had to fish her out with his own hand.
By that point she was passed out. He lifted her limp form over to the inhabited homes and laid her gently on the grass. Girls dashed out to pick her up. Others stared up at the sky, somehow looking almost straight into his eyes.
"I, uh, think I may have broke her," he said. "Sorry."
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Donna was curled up on the sofa in her house's living room, covered with a blanket. Her head lay in Lisa's lap The older girl stroked her shoulders gently. Most of the other girls sat in chairs or on the floor. She had started to describe what had happened. The second time she froze up, Leslie had asked a few questions, then told the rest of the story. Donna had nodded.
"He ate her?" Bree asked. "I mean, ATE her?"
"Played with her," Leslie said. "He finds it fun. He didn't mean any harm."
"Does he use his teeth?" Meg asked.
"Hello?" Jackie snorted. "All arms and legs attached. No, he doesn't use his teeth."
"What does he like about it?" Fiona asked. Everyone sat quietly, half-waiting for an answer from the air. Carl wasn't listening, though. He apparently felt horrible about Donna's response to the 'game.' To speed her recovery, he was leaving Pleasantville completely alone, to the point of not listening in.
No one quite understood his motivations, or would admit to it if they did. But several faces looked thoughtful well after the discussion.
"What do you need, Donna?" Lisa asked.
"I'll be okay," she replied. "I just…I'm not going to tease him again, ever."
"Good idea," Bobbi said. "Omnipotent beings don't take frustration well."
"He's not omnipotent," Petra said. "Only gods are."
"And the difference would be?" Bobbi asked. "He holds our lives in the palm of his hand. He holds US in the palm of his hand. He can eat us, or just withhold food, water, air. He is the provider. He could just as easily be Shiva the Destroyer."
"Even when he isn't holding us," Halle said softly. "Just sitting here in the house, he's got us right where he wants us."
"Did you smile when you said that?" Kate asked.
"What? No. Of course not."
"Methinks," Bree said in a British accent, "the lady doth protest too muchly her disinterest."
"Are you saying I want him to eat me? You calling me a perv? A Masochist?"
"Hey, if the nine-inch heel fits, grind yourself under it."
"BIG talk coming from the black chick with a kink for slave masters!" Halle shouted. Kate stood, intending to break the fight before it went too far. She glanced at Lisa to see if she was going to do something.
The squad captain locked her gaze and drew her attention down. Donna was watching the exchange with wide eyes. Kate realized that whether they intended it or not, the two girls were distracting the redhead.
She sat slowly and looked at the duo. They were standing now, facing off. They moved across the living room towards the door, accusing each other of greater and greater kinks, fetishes and perversions.
"What's next?" Donna asked. "A dildo duel? Penetration at twenty paces?"Everyone broke into laughter. It lasted a lot longer than the joke deserved. But the tension was gone.
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Meg and April walked down 1st Street, trying to figure an interesting path for a go-cart race. They wanted to top Bree's path, with the spiraling exit to the parking garage. At the corner of Street A and 1st, they paused to look around.
"Why is there an empty lot?" April mused. "You know, in a real town, parts wait for development. But here someone had to decide to make, actually craft an empty lot in the middle of a suburb. Does that make any sense?"
"One, two, three, four," Meg counted, then giggled.
"What?" April asked.
"There are four houses here," she said with a smile. "I wanna build a hotel."
"You're disturbed," April said, shaking her head. Then her eyes went wide. "Let's go talk to Carl."
They hashed out some basic ideas along the way. But at the steps of the station, April slowed down. Meg looked back from the door. "You coming?"
"Um… No?"
"Are you okay?"
"Not… No, I don't think I am." She turned and started walking back to the house. Meg watched her go, then shrugged and went inside.
The station was dark. The train wasn't outside any more. There was a stand where the rollercoaster would be on- and offloaded but that wasn't finished yet. She glanced around curiously then approached the ticket booth.
"Carl?"
"Meg! Nice to see you. What can I do for you?"
"Carl, do you know what a Monopoly Game is?"
"Um…" There was a pause. "Okay, now I do. Interesting. What do you want? A board?"
"Actually," she said, turning to pace with her eyes towards the ceiling, "I want two things. April and I think we could turn a few unused blocks into a monopoly game. Then you could actually play the game with us, rather than just play with us."
"Huh. That would be…different."
"We were thinking, maybe the winner gets a certain amount of credit for the catalog? And maybe some of the Chance or Chest cards give you catalog prizes?"
"We could do that. Now, you said two things?"
"I…" She glanced around the room and out the windows. No one could see her. "I want to see you. I, uh… I think we could… I'm not…" She took a deep breath. "What you did with Donna? That frightens me."
"Then I won't-"
"It also!" she said quickly. "It also turned me on."
"Oh. Well. Step onto the platform, then." A giant finger was on the tracks. She looked around again, then ran out to it.
Meg tried to straddle the finger. She ended up just laying spread-eagle across the skin. It was unimaginable, the size of the thing. It rose steadily, up to and then through the sky. Then she was in front of the giant.
And giant didn't cover it. She'd watched Jack and the Beanstalk plays where the cloud-living individual was merely twice the size of the thief. Or ten, twelve times as big.
Rising on the finger, up towards the arena-sized face, was more like a trip to space where the orbiting moon winks. He stopped lifting her and looked at her for a second. "Uncomfortable?"
"A little," she said. "There's no safety rail." He brought his other hand under the finger and rolled her gently onto his palm. She lay on her back in the middle, six to ten feet from the edges. It was a bit safer feeling. Dammit.
"Now, what's this about being turned on?"
"Danger," she said. "I… like being in danger."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I just… I like it to be real."
"Real?"
"This… Pleasantville? It's not real, right?"
"It's solid." She found that she couldn’t gage his expression. There was just too much of it.
"But… Well, if I ran around naked on Main Street, I wouldn't get arrested. If I set fire to an apartment building, I wouldn't hurt anyone. And if I drilled into the bank vault, no FBI agent would show up to express his disappointment in me."
"Um…well, yeah. So you're not happy here."
"No, I'm trying to explain." She stood up. She was more comfortable talking with her hands unhindered. "Back home, everything's safe. As safe as we can get it. No matter how scary a thrill ride is, you have to know that engineers and lawyers have done their best to minimize any danger. Or vulnerability to lawsuits.
"If you try to do anything fun? Anything with real risk? You have to sign forty-eleven releases and still wear a helmet and a restraint and a location emitter so they can find your body before the wolves do.
"Real danger, that's where life is. There, on the edge, you've finally poked your head out of the envelope. Risen above the herd. Looked Death in the eye and twittered about his empty sockets." She realized she was pacing when she stepped onto his thumb. And saw the ground. More importantly, saw how much air there was between her and the ground.
He waited for a second to see if she'd start talking again. "You want…danger?" he asked. "But if you talked to Leslie… You know I'm not going to hurt you."
There was a tiny shake to his hand. If it weren't for the magnification of his size, it probably would have looked steady, she thought. She rode through the rocking, unable to look away from the big, big drop.
"Not on purpose," she finally replied. "But hell, if you sneeze right now…"
Carl's hand dropped. Without any warning it went straight down to the ground. Meg found herself twisting in the air, kicking and waving. She was too surprised to scream.
As she fell, her head rotated down. Carl's hand drifted slightly to one side, centering his palm under her. It was a tantalizingly small distance below her, pacing her fall but just barely out of reach.
She finally realized that if that hand ever stopped, she'd smash into it just as hard as if she'd fallen off the bastard's shoulder. The image of herself splashing across his palm finally tore a scream from her lips.
As soon as she did, his hand changed. It didn't stop, but slowed. She caught up to it, wrapping her hands around the base of his ring finger and clawing her fingernails into his skin.
He came to a stop as smoothly as an express elevator. Meg realized she was screaming still and shut her mouth. She swallowed and her ears popped. She crawled over to the edge of his hand and looked down. The ground was still over fifty feet below. She looked over her shoulder at the giant face.
"Again!"
"Oh, no, not again," he said. "Certainly not when you're expecting it." He stood, bringing her back up into the sky. "Are you…hot?"
"Yes," she purred.
"Show me." She smiled and rolled over, down to the center of his palm again. There she lifted her shirt to bare her bra.
"Can you see my nipples?" she asked. The great face moved back and forth, like a whale before an observation window and she realized he was shaking his head. She opened her bra, dragging the cups gently over her full breasts. The nipples bent gently as the fabric went past, popping back to attention when they were in the clear.
He whistled, sounding like a foghorn. She winced, but giggled.
His free hand lowered a finger to brush gently against her chest and side. It rolled her halfway over, towards the edge of his palm. The nail raked down her back. It didn't stop at the waist of her shorts, just ripped through them.
The nail continued over the curve of her ass, stripping away shreds of her shots and panties. After it left her alone, she rolled onto her back. She smiled upwards as she removed the remaining wisps of fabric.
Meg spread her legs, placing her hands around her pubis like targeting sights. Her stomach surged as he lifted her towards his eye. She felt his hand tilt and knew she could slide right off if he wasn't careful.
Then she realized he wasn't taking her to his eye. He mouth opened and his tongue eased out. Her hands eased to her knees, widening her legs for his access.
He slathered her with his spit, licking her from chaps to chops. She gasped for breath when her face was clear before it returned, recovering its path.
She felt him draw along the side of her ribs, rolling her over again, exploring her ass, thighs, calves. Her ears popped as he drew in a breath. Then he sucked, hard. She flew into his mouth.
Teeth gently pinched her arm. His head tilted back and she dangled from the vise of his bite. She screamed, in pain and glee. She tried to grab his front tooth with her other hand, to lift herself up and relieve the pressure. Just as she took up her weight, though, it slipped in his saliva and she yanked to a stop.
His tongue came back up and took her weight off her arm. She was tossed back and forth a bit, then shoved towards his open mouth. It looked like he was spitting her out. At the last second, his lips closed around her, pinching her from breast to hips.
She was staring down at his toes. The tip of his tongue roughly spread her legs and licked at her pussy. It pushed her forward against the pressure of his lips.
"Oh, GOD!" she cried. His tongue was firm against her, but not penetrating. She kicked and thrust, worming her hand from her side to her leg, then between. She touched herself, stroked herself.
When he recognized her hand, he pushed it away. She kicked again, replacing her hand and bringing herself off desperately. He chuckled, the deep vibrations shaking her lungs and forcing an echo out her throat.
She took a quick breath when her voice was her own again, then screamed as she came. He let her relax for just a second in that position, then eased the pressure. She slipped from his lips down to his waiting hand, spit pooling around her. A thick rope of fluid stretched from her hip up to his mouth.
"Aw," he said. "You're all sticky."

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"Look out!" Bree shouted. A shadow appeared overhead. Kate glanced around desperately, but the edge of the pool was too far. She thrashed and swam under the diving board for whatever protection it afforded.
Just as she turned around, something fell out of the sky, landing in the pool with a wallop. She ducked her head underwater to see a figure sinking towards the bottom. She kicked off and dove for it.
Meg gasped for air as they broke the surface. Ready hands helped Kate lift her to the side. She sprawled, naked, smiling up at the sky, empty once more.
"What the hell happened to you?" Jackie asked.
"Carl happened to her," Lisa said. She pointed. Purple welts the size of cigars marked the girl's thighs. "What did you do to deserve those?"
Meg looked down, running her finger across the teeth marks. "These? I don't even remember these."
"And she says it with a smile," Donna said wonderingly.
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Meg slid her Doggy to a stop on Illinois. With two dollhouses, this was going to be expensive. She looked wistfully back at Free Parking, but not just for the money she'd missed. Her clothes lay in a neat pile in the corner. Carl had been resistant to the idea of 'home rules,' such as collected taxes and fees being awarded for landing on Free Parking. Until Bobbi had invited him to invent one or two of his own. Now, any girl spending time in jail had to strip.
Meg crossed her arms under her unsupported breasts and tried to look comfortable. At least there were no chilly breezes in Pleasantville.
An electronic billboard at the edge of the gaming area showed the automatic rent paid to Kate. She was halfway around the board, doing her traditional 'I can afford another dollhouse' dance in front of her piece, the Other Doggy.
Fiona was on the Railroad next to Meg's block, leaning on Last Doggy. There weren't thirteen pieces in the game, and everyone had wanted a specific, personal piece. They'd gotten a little silly making the extra ones. Meg nodded and tried to ignore Fi's calculating look.
"It's your turn, Fiona," Carl's voice said. "Do you want to make any deals before you go?"
"Yes," she replied. She pulled a pair of shorts out from behind Last Doggy's ear. "Meg? Would you like to trade your utility for clothing?"
"HEY!" Jackie shouted from Just Visiting Jail. "Those are my clothes!"
"No," Meg said. She didn't have to glance at the billboards with everyone's properties displayed. She'd had to fork rent to Fiona's electric company twice already. Giving her Water Works would not be worth covering her ass.
"What if I throw in the t-shirt?"
"I can't wear Jackie's T-shirt," Meg pointed out, nodding down at her healthy bosom. "I'm a few sizes bigger."
"Then I think you'd look GREAT in Jackie's T-shirt," Carl commented.
"Men," Meg and Fi muttered together. She was already naked, and he also wanted to see her in too-tight clothing. The girls shared a brief smile, then Fi put the clothes back. She pointed at the dice display. The virtual pieces rolled, coming to a stop on two and three. "Crap," she muttered.
Carl's hand descended, gently pinching Last Doggy between two fingers and picking it up. He made a token flight over 'Go To Jail,' then moved it to rest beside Jackie's Top Hat. Fiona walked over to Free Parking, already tugging off her T.
The roller coaster rumbled past the Boardwalk side. Bree and Bobbi, two early casualties of the game, waved from the front car. Some of the girls waved back.
April had the next turn. She rolled, then pushed her Wheelbarrow along. She landed on a Chance space. Everyone turned to face that billboard. A chaotic swirl resolved into… A Get Out Of Carl's Mouth Free card. Some of the players cheered.
Carl's hand descended, a small square of cardboard on the tip of a finger. April took it with a smile. A cord attached allowed her to wear it. The protection it offered extended past the end of the game.
Meg clapped for April. She certainly didn't begrudge the other girl winning that card. And it would probably last for a while. These days, she and Leslie were keeping him sufficiently satisfied that he wasn't grabbing partners off the streets.
She hoped he wouldn't get bored with them.
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