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Copyright 2008 Alex Streuth Streuthanasia@gmail.com All Rights
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Content Warning: May contain explicit depictions of sex between
characters as well as acts of violence and/or gross or unpleasant
situations.
Alexis's New Designs
By Alex Streuth
Introduction
Alexis Streuth stepped out of the taxi and headed into the apartment
building. If her information was correct her brother was here,
and her information was always correct.
She walked up the stairs, quickly, her athletic body mounting the
stairs agilely. She was sweating slightly as she made it to the
fifth floor landing so she paused for a few moments to master herself.
A light touch to her right side checked her truncheon. She slid
it out to its full length and held it at her side so that it blended
into her clothing.
She didn't knock, simply kicked the door in with her foot. It
took four kicks, so by the time it was down she was wary of Alex's
response.
--
Alex was toying with his latest prize. He knew better but he
couldn't resist taking it with him on his latest business trip.
“Mmmm, so scrumptious,” he purred, taking it out of the
cello case it was kept in. The woman inside was extremely
frightened so he fit an inhaler over her nose and mouth, giving her a
few quick squeezes of the sweet sedative. She breathed in and
calmed visibly.
He slid her body out onto the floor, she fell over with a thud, her
smooth shoulders and pelvis completely devoid of limbs. Alex set
a stool over her face, ratcheting it into place so that her cheeks were
clenched by the metal knobs on the inside and her mouth opened in
response to the pressure. Her eyes flickered open and saw Alex's
bare ass settling down on top of the stool, comfortably.
“Mmmmmmm,” she whined, a low keen mixing with her sensual
moan. As much as she wanted the pain in her gut to stop she still
couldn't get over the method Alex employed. He simply wouldn't
let her get away with a dry and efficient feeding, no, he liked to draw
it out, giving her a fresh load straight from his ass, with as much
ceremony and humiliation as the event could muster.
“Now now,” he started, and then stopped. There was a loud and sudden sound at the door.
Shit... He tensed, flexing his hands, he hated to be
interrupted... There it was again. He pulled his pants up
and reached for his gun, cocking it and stepping to the side of the
entryway to the room. His face became a mask of worry...
Who would be here, he had many enemies, but he didn't know any of
them... Any of the families of his victims, any of a number of
government agencies...
--
Alexis saw the stool and the body behind it. She could hear Alex
breathing around the corner. She assumed he was armed.
“Oh brother,” she thought, “how
predictable...” She slid the goggles on her forehead over
her eyes and tossed a flash-bang into the room, counting to three and
then charging in, low.
“Fuck,” Alex said, reflexively discharging his weapon and
jumping backwards. His shot caught Alexis in the chest but she
kept coming, knocking him down and punching down with her fist,
flipping to the right and slamming the truncheon down on the back of
his neck as he rolled with her.
“Lights out, brother,” she said, checking his pulse.
She looked around the room quickly, and then checked her torso...
The injury was mitigated greatly by her kevlar but she would still need
medical attention soon. She packed the toy into the case and then
unfolded a body bag from her purse, zipping Alex up into it as quickly
as she could. She kept scanning the sky, there!
She went to the window and caught the rope, hooking the catch into her
belt and sliding the case onto her shoulder, using both of her free
hands to hold the bag containing Alex's unconscious body.
Someone inside the helicopter reeled all three of the in and a minute
later the scene outside the building had returned to normal.
--
Chapter 1: Alex woke up with a splitting headache.
Alex woke up with a splitting headache. He was cleave-gagged and
tried spitting it out. He opened his eyes slowly, not wanting to
show that he was awake until after he'd surveyed the area. He was
alone. He opened his eyes the rest of the way.
He was in a dark, damp area. Concrete walls, concrete floor,
ceiling... It looked to be about nine feet tall... He
squinted, there were cracks in the foundation. He was probably in
a basement somewhere. He didn't panic. The pain was still
there from when his attacker...
His sister... “Fuck,” he mumbled, how the fuck had
that bitch found him? He scanned the room again, there was no one
else, there were no bars, no cage, no stairs either though. At
least none in sight.
He examined his bonds. His head still hurt so it probably wasn't
more than a few hours since the attack. Was he being
transported? That seemed unlikely. And yet, he was still
alive, he wasn't sedated either... His sister wasn't an amateur,
she had to be toying with him.
He struggled, for the sake of it, and found, as he had suspected, that
his bonds were rather tight. Still, after a few minutes he was
able to wriggle free, which surprised him, and he took his gag
out. He stood up and paced around the room, it was very dark.
Poe's “Pit and the Pendulum” sprang to mind for a moment so
he reached out for the wall, looking at the floor and then squatting,
touching it with his fingers. It was indeed concrete. There
were no stairs. He took a deep breath of air, trying to smell for
anything out of place. It was stale, that was all.
It felt like he was in a wine cellar with no wine. It felt like
he was in a basement with no windows, and yet, he could still
see. Where was the light coming from? It was extremely
diffuse.
“Ah,” he said, of course. He was in a cage, it was
just a very large cage. He had rounded a corner and could see the
source of the light. “That bitch,” he said, under his
breath. When he got out of this he was going to hunt her
down... It was bad enough that she had the audacity to come back
into his life... But this, this galled him.
“That fucking bitch,” he said again... She always had
to be better at everything growing up, so she had found his little game
out and she needed to be better than him at this as well...
“I wonder how you'll feel once your arms are being cut off, oh
and we won't use gas, oh no that would be too easy...”
He realized he was talking to himself so he stopped. He was in a
sewer. The area he was in was dry because it was disused, but he
could see that he would have to walk through a wetter area if he wanted
to get out. He didn't see any obvious exits, but he assumed that
he would have to do a lot of walking if he wanted to reach the exit.
A visual overlay of an imaginary 'map' sprang to his mind, he pictured
the exit, he pictured many dead ends, the starting position, from where
he was now... Maybe some rodents, a dog, a reptile maybe...
And then, at the end, recapture?
Its what he would have done, he mused, taking the first step into the
sewage. It wasn't deep, but he was wearing $600 shoes. His
lip twitched when he thought of all of the fun he would have taking
revenge on his sister.
He just needed ot think of a way to get four steps ahead of where he
presently was, since she was surely at least three ahead by
now... and that probably meant feigning delight at seeing
her again. He had time, so he practiced, taking long strident
paces through the muck.
“Sister! What a pleasure to see you well...
No... Sister! What a pleasure to see you alive!
No...” he changed tact, “Wow, its great to see you,
I've missed you!” With each new delivery he screwed his
face up into a passable affect of pleasure.
--
“Why didn't we just kill him? Surely he won't hesitate to
do worse to you if he escapes.” The woman speaking thought
herself Alexis's peer, but Alexis didn't pay attention to things like
that, she was independent, and fiercely competitive, the woman was with
her now, but only for as long as she could keep up. There was no
more to it than that.
“Mmmm,” Alexis mused, thinking, about something else no
doubt, but returned to the present for a moment, fishing the answer out
of her cognitive codex. “We need him, he will lead us to
the others, and we will destroy them all at once.” It
wasn't the complete truth but the fact that she was lying didn't cross
Alexis's mind. She would have passed a polygraph. The
response was more autonomic than anything, it was what the situation
called for. She provided it.
--
Alex sneared, climbing out of the sewer finally, he assumed he was
being followed but he didn't care. He needed to be clean.
He knew it would have been better tactics to not go directly to a
nearby safe house but he wouldn't be able to take being covered in
filth too much longer. His sister knew that, was counting on it
probably. He'd just have to forgo the mind games and kill her
directly the next time he saw her. That would be something
unexpected.
He climbed into a taxi, unwinding his right shoelace as they neared
their destination and then quickly and efficiently leaned forward and
strangled the driver with it when they arrived. Alex parked the
car and then moved the body to the trunk, taking the clothes and the
money inside with him.
He scanned the lobby, noting with disdain that there were people
getting into the elevator. He headed up the stairs, pausing for a
moment to squat and listen. There was no one else in the
stairwell but footsteps on the metallic stairs were loud and he wanted
to be sure. He let himself into an apartment on the second floor
and immediately poured a hot bath, putting all of the clothes he
carried into the garbage.
He melted driver's cards in the oven, taking the batteries out of the smoke alarm to do so.
It hurt him to part with his shoes but he couldn't wear them again.
He checked the closet and found a spare set of clothes and
weapons. He loaded an automatic pistol and attached a silencer,
not touching the clothes yet, then hopped into the shower, neither
closing the door to the bathroom nor the shower curtain.
He held the gun pointed towards the entrance with one hand while he cleaned himself with the other.
He spent twenty minutes in the shower. Another ten in the
bathroom, he was out again within the hour, back out onto the street
and hailing another taxi. He would pay for this one with money
from the first. He actually passed it up and moved two blocks
further down before hailing another. It wouldn't be prudent to
take the first one offered, what if it was a set-up?
Streuth's normal paranoia was exacerbated by his present
circumstances. His sister! He still couldn't believe
it. The last time he had seen her he had been so filled with
venom he had sworn never to see her again. She was the source of
all of his pain, his tormenter, the reason he exacted all of his
revenges one after another on everyone else.
That wasn't fair, no, he held some of the girl's he had tried to date
when he was younger responsible as well, but it was always his sister,
who took sibling rivalry to a whole new level, who was there, with a
mocking glance or a knowing, condescending smile.
“I hate you,” he growled under his breath, picturing her in
his mind, her facial features were so similar, her hair the same raven
dark as his... Her eyes just as piercing, when he looked in the
mirror he saw her, when he closed his eyes he saw her...
“What?” The cabbie asked, he turned the music down for a moment. “You want something?”
Alex realized he had spoken out loud. “Just let me off here
please.” He paid and got out, pulling his overcoat over his
face, it was starting to rain. He quickly entered the underground
and boarded a train, didn't matter where, just so long as it went
somewhere. He felt like picking a fight, he felt like
running... He didn't care with whom or know where to.
--
Chapter Two: Queen me.
“Are you sure this will work?” The woman was
asking. She was nervous, Alexis hadn't mentioned this in 'the
plan.'
“Yes, I'm sure it will work. Do it.” The two
had entered Alex's safe house after he had left, they tagged him
surreptitiously with a GPS device and then raided the apartment for
what they needed... DNA.
They had watched the blip with interest for the first few hours, until
it was obvious he was going into hiding... Just so long as he
wasn't nearby it was fine. He went off the radar and that meant
he was probably crossing the Atlantic. They were out West now,
near Nevada.
They were traveling by off-road vehicle, Alexis was driving...
She was in disguise. She had shaved her hair and was dressed in
Alex's clothes from his closet. She had always competed with Alex
as a male, emasculating him since puberty, and had taken testosterone
since that time as well. Her chest was very masculine, and aside
from her more feminine facial features and her wider hips and uterus
she could easily be mistaken for male.
That wouldn't be enough to fool the biometrics, however, that was where
Alex's DNA came in. A hair follicle, a fingerprint, these things
made it easier, especially since Alexis was already family.
“Alex Streuth recognized, welcome to Nurture Valley,
Sir.” She received a salute from the guard and they
entered. Her companion was bound and gagged, Alexis had no
intention of releasing her later like she had promised, one word from
her and Alexis's identity could be compromised.
She watched with a growing heat in her loins as the young, naïve
girl was scanned by Nurture Valley's gate, her genitalia on full
display. The laser etched the biometric information in a light
brand on her inner thigh. “Registered female,” the
guard spat.
“Mmmmmmmphh, mphhh!” She tried to complain, her eyes searching Alexis out for help; none was forthcoming.
“Take her to central processing,” Alexis said, and the a
small contingent of guards detached to accommodate her request.
“I'm coming home brother,” she whispered to herself as she
rode in... “What's yours is mine...” She
carried the cello case up the stairs to Alex's mansion. A maid
greeted her at the door and obsequiously dropped to her knees and
lowered her head.
“Yeah, I could get used to this,” Alexis chuckled.
She moved in to the house, tucking the GPS tracker into her
pocket. Alex might come back at some point... But all she
had to do was be ready for him... She was where she wanted to be,
and soon all of his plans, all of his power... Would be
hers... And then more than that.
She grinned, and to any observer it looked exactly like one of
Streuth's mannerisms, in fact, to even those in the house who were
meeting the first time they could tell no difference... The aura
of ownership, the impassive, dismissive cursory examinations were all
exactly in character.
Alexis strode up to the 'throne' room and opened the cello case, taking
the poor girl back out. She was craving food, nourishment, her
stomach was growling, her insides were burning, she needed relief.
“Nnnnng, nnnnng,” she whined, she needed something in her now!
Alexis chuckled and slid her under the throne, strapping her into
place, then sliding her pants down and settling into place. If
any of the slaves in the room noticed any difference in Alex's
genitalia they said nothing. Alexis's clitoris was almost a
miniature version of a penis anyway, and, especially from a distance,
they dare not, even to themselves, think that it was more than a
shorter version of one.
The girl beneath Alexis certainly was in a position to notice, she was
treated to a first-class view of Alexis's ass and slit. A few
moments later the ass bore down on her and then made itself known very
well. The girl guzzled with need, taking everything Alexis had to
give her, swallowing it all down, needing it in her belly, needing it
in her intestines... The pain only went away then...
Alexis grunted, surveying the room. “Status report,”
she barked, and her Major Domo approached, politely refraining from
making inquiry as to 'Alex's' different 'penis.'
“Sir, the house is operating at just over 85% efficiency, a few
units are being repaired and some replacements ordered from central are
on back-order. The town is doing its best to fill supply with you
gone but now that you're back... early... I'm sure they'll
want to request your assistance. Also, and I know you've forbid
me for bringing this up again Sir but please, if you'll let us take
stock directly from Garden Grove it would cut our overhead
immensely...”
Alexis had no idea what this Garden Grove was that he spoke of, but she
couldn't let that on. She seized on the angle that presented
itself: “Idiot, I told you never to bring that up
again. If I wanted you taking stock directly from Garden Grove I
would tell you. I will consider granting your request but only
after you kneel and worship at my cock.”
“Yes Sir,” the Domo said, quivering. She didn't want
to displease Alex but she hated this particular duty, especially since
she was a lesbian (all of Alex's inner circle seemed to be lesbians for
some reason, something to do with making them suck cock most likely...)
but... Alex's 'cock' did seem more inviting...
“Oh Sir,” she said, suppressing her desire to gag as she
neared the other activity transpiring between Alexis and the girl she
sat upon... “Your cock is so wet...”
“That's a good slut,” Alexis said, “suck it
good.” Alexis smiled, wondering how she could secure
communications with the outside from inside the house. It
wouldn't do for her Major Domo to start spreading 'gossip.'
Alexis grunted, putting one hand behind her Domo's face and shoving it
in farther, getting the little slut's tongue really deep in
there. “Nice tits,” she remarked, to which she was
thanked, en flagrante, by her inferior.
“You there,” and the slave 'woke' up, surprised to be
addressed. She was stationary art, not allowed to move or speak
under normal circumstances. She looked hesitantly at Alexis.
“Yes Ma'am?” She asked, and was promptly growled
at. “I'm s-sorry Sir, please excuse this stupid one, it did
not think.”
“I WILL NOT TOLERATE INSOLENCE,” Alexis roared, standing
and discharging her firearm into the kneecap of the slave, which
promptly collapsed, howling in pain. “You
there...” She growled, at the next.
It approached tentatively, lowering its eyes, “Yes Sir?”
“You are in charge of my personal security. If anyone
attempts to tell the 'outside' world about my new 'lifestyle' choice
you will report them to me. If anyone refers to me as a FEMALE
you will REPORT them. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes Sir,” the slave said. “My name is...”
“Your name is Security.”
“Yes Sir.”
“I want a full run-down of who exactly is on my staff within the hour, and who within them will be loyal to me.”
“Yes Sir.”
“If ANYONE gives you trouble,” she smiled, “let me
know, and I will deal with them. Make me proud and you will be
given your own slaves to watch over...”
“May this one choose those slaves, Sir?”
Alexis smiled, revenge could be a very strong motivator.
“Of course, you're very important now, aren't you? You're
in charge of security, Security.”
Security smiled, “Yes Sir.”
“Now go, you will make your report to me within the hour, hurry.”
Alexis sat back down, turning to her Major Domo and waggling a finger
at her to resume. “Did I tell you to stop?” She
asked, pistol-whipping the poor girl.
“N-no Sir,” the Domo said, through a few tears.
“When I stood to address that slave I do not remember telling you to stop.”
“N-no Sir.”
“So are you disobedient? Are you going to behave now?”
“No, no Sir!” The Domo said, eagerly, wanting to appease, trying to answer the first question as it was asked.
Alexis smiled to herself, pistol-whipping the poor girl again.
“No you're not going to behave now? Tut tut, I thought you
would know better. I think you should help that poor cello girl,
pull her out... And then, after you've sent her off to rest in a
room somewhere why don't you take her place, hmm? I think that
would help us get acquainted better.”
The Domo obeyed, begrudgingly, her whole life one of service, the
thoughts of mutiny quashed by her knowledge that she bore the mark of
registration on her inner thigh, as they all did... But now her
new Mistress... Master, she corrected herself. “And
that's because my Master is male,” she told herself, trying to
save herself from making a slip.
She had hoped the situation might prove itself open to exploitation but
'Alex' was more then capable of making even those in positions of power
within the household submit... The Domo cringed as she took the
toilet slave's place, knowing full well that she was not physically
suited to the position, she didn't have the intestinal bacteria, nor
the modified sense of smell...
But if she complained she knew those things could be arranged, and that
along with those modifications came the loss of limbs, the loss of
limbs, and she didn't want that.
“That's a good girl,” Alexis said, grinning, as she
finished her crap, making her Major Domo eat it... Assuming her
place of power.
By the end of the day everything was squared. Several slaves had
been promoted and given positions of power within the new household
hierarchy, and several would-be dissenters had been scheduled for
surgery.
“Please, please Mistress, I will be good, I don't mind really, I
don't care if you're a woman...” One had tried...
“You are very confused if you think you know what you speak
of... Your Master is not a woman, women are slaves... You
are a woman... I think you had better remember your place.”
That one had been sent off. Of course Alexis didn't really care
one way or the other about gender, what was important to her was that
she succeed, that she be on top... And that she beat Alex at
whatever game he played.
“So brother,” she said to herself, “you have made
yourself a little miniature fiefdom here in your dream kingdom, you
play at Patriarchy, very well, I will beat you, I will crush you, at
your own game.”
She would not settle until the whole town respected her as the alpha
male they all considered Alex to be, and Alex was emasculated and in a
position of servitude at her feet... She would pervert the
system, unsettle the status quo, and bring Alex's Kingdom to its
knees...
And she would accomplish all of this with the will, the execution of her desire, and the unrelenting need to win.
--
Epilogue - An escape to Easier Times.
Alex sat, sipping cocoa in a small trattoria in Firenze, trying to
master himself. His hot rage had passed, and it had been replaced
with a quiet fear. He considered his options, thinking that by
now his sister may have already accomplished whatever objective she may
have set out to... No... he knew, instinctively that she
would not have made her presence known unless she wanted him to know
that she was after him.
And that was it... He had run and she had found him again.
He could not escape her... But that didn't mean he wanted to face
her either... Oh how he wished his aim had been truer, if instead
of hitting her chest he had hit her head instead, that stupid,
confident, arrogant face!
No... it was best for him to bury that memory, to push her from
his mind... It had taken him long enough... He could do it
again, he could run, he could stay away. Spencer would continue
without him...
His thoughts turned now to old acquaintances, friends, peers, colleagues...
People he could tap into, people who were here, in Europe... He
was done with America for now, at least until he could be certain
Alexis was dead... Or something else happened to change things
between them, if only he knew where she was...
He saw someone enter and he glanced at them, instinctively thinking it
was her, it was his sister, with that tight body, that flat chest, that
smug, confident... But no, it was only a model, only one of those
waif thin, no-tit models... Oh how he wanted to take her head and
bash it in...
But no, that would be too easy... He let the image of taking the
model out behind the restaurant and bashing her head in on the curb
drain from his mind—it took a few moments—then he perked up.
“Hi,” he said, mustering as much debonairness as he
could. “You know, you are beautiful. I wonder, have
you ever thought about modeling?”
She was flustered, putting her hand to her chest, she thought he was
just coming onto her for a few moments until he presented his
card. “I'm an agent, I scout out talent, I think you've got
just the right look... With a little bit of training, a little
bit of 'help' in the right places...” He grinned.
“Hmmmm,” she said, and she looked the card over, then the
man. “I'm not going home with you if that's what you're
thinking,” she said, in accented English.
He chuckled. “Just come to that address
tomorrow...” She squinted at him, as though considering,
and then nodded, lightly. She paid for her coffee and then joined
him at his table.
“I think I will,” she said. “But tell me more,
what kind of place is this... this... Samuel Kline's?”
--
August 25 2008- AS
Author's Notes: This tale serves to introduce Alexis Streuth,
Alex's sister with a skill-set to match; the source of Alex's
mysognism, who is even more sadistic than he is.
This story is perhaps a little sparse on the juicy
bits, but it allows for a nice change of pace in the overall narrative
and allows Alexis to take over, at least for now, possibly with
another, more intimite showdown betweem siblings in the near
future. Things should get a little more interesting around
Nurture Valley, and a return visit to Samuel Kline's should
prove exciting.
As always, please bear in mind that this is fictional erotic fantasy
intended (hopefully) to stimulate the reader. Please don't go
around internalizing or encouraging unhealthy behavior in real life.
Thanks!