Giantess Stories: T5  By Krael

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T5

By Krael

 

 

 

In a far corner of the room - sublevel 8 - a thick panel of glass broke the

monotony of the vented, steel walls. Behind this glass was a haze of red light.

Bathed in the sterile crimson glow was a sparse habitat, consisting chiefly of

sand and a dry form of grass. Tucked away just beyond the dim lights was a small

cage-like structure. Its walls were made up of tightly inter-linked steel mesh.

The roof was a thicker, solid steel device, which curved down over the top half

of the enclosure. A small, square opening had been allowed in the forward right

corner of the structure, marked by a smooth steel semi-circle stretching out on

the sand before it.

Within the small cage-like building was a quiet and timid creature. Its body

was primarily free of hair, save for a tangled, dark mass perched upon its head.

On the floor, a few places away, was a small gathered mass of the dry grass that

grew wild in patches throughout the small habitat. It was here the creature made

its bed. The grass sheltered its bare skin from the cold steel floor. In the

rear, right corner of the building were two bowls. Both were made identically of

the same smooth steel which composed most of the enclosure. Positioned at an

angle above each of the bowls was a hollow glass tube, which ran in from the

wall. To each side of the mouth of each tube was a red button. To press the

button on one side would bring water. To press the button to the other side

would bring food. The creature had been quick in its study of the process.

The inside of the enclosure stayed dark, save for a very dim residue of the

dark red light which flooded the sandy area a short distance beyond the

creatures home. The creature did not enjoy that area. The light hurt its eyes.

Once a day, the creature was driven from its beloved darkness into this

uncomfortable environment. Long ago, the pain would come from the floor. The

pain would only stop when the creature had fled the structure. Again, the

creature was a quick study. It began to anticipate. After much trial and error,

it had come to predict when the pain would come. Now, at the same time every

day, the creature could be observed leaving the habitat; its eyes squinted

uncomfortably, as it ventured into the red glow.

The creature feared the hands. When the pain had first come, the creature had

not fled far from its home. It was confused and scared, but the light bothered

it more. But the hands had come. Their size and quick movement frightened the

creature. When the pain came, the hands soon followed. The creature disliked the

light. It feared the hands more.

***

"Terrarium 5."

"Specimen exhibits no notable change in habit."

"Food consumption?"

"Steady."

"Water consumption?"

"Steady.

"Health?"

"Results of the most recent scan indicate no cellular breakdown. Growth

remains at zero increase."

"When was last scan?"

"Fifty-six hours ago."

"Proceed."

***

At precisely sixteen-hundred hours, a light electric current was delivered to

the floor of the housing-cell in Terrarium 5. As had been observed for over

three months now, the specimen had effectively removed itself from the cell

minutes before the shock was sent. In a few more weeks, the current would be

discontinued; confidence having been reached as to the specimen's change in

habit.

Also noted was the specimen's continued aversion to the intrusion of handlers

into the environment. The handlers' only task within the Terrarium was the

replacement of the food and water receptacles inside the housing-cell. Despite

the lack of conscious contact between the specimen and the handlers, the former

maintained a noted fear response in relation to the handlers. This was

encouraging. The survival instinct was strong.

Terrarium 5 was one of eighteen other related specimens housed on sublevel 8.

Of course, the specimens were not aware of this. The scientists and technicians

on sublevels 1 - 7 were also unaware, just as sublevel 8was unaware of

activities in outside sectors. Their employer preferred to keep things this way,

and provided quite enough money and other incentives to ensure mutual

cooperation. The identity of this employer was also a matter of non-inquired

mystery. Many operatives on sublevel 8 had their varying lists of names and

rumors, but these were nothing more than casual talk…of less importance than a

nightly baseball game.

***

"Tough night?"

Ned Stallworth stared up blankly from his terminal.

"You look rough Ned. Putting in more overtime this week?"

"Not really…" Ned muttered noncommittally, managing to place a name to the

face. "Just another night trying to catch up with the American dream." The face

smiled broadly. "How are the wife and kids Dave?"

Ned resisted the temptation to return his eyes to his work as Dave staggered

to the conclusion of his work-place small-talk ritual. He never retained

anything of value from these exchanges; he had serious doubts that Dave did

either. These mindless encounters were a necessary evil though he had learned.

Try and play the rebel and walk away from them, and you draw suspicion. Though

this once seemed glamorous to his young mind, he had quickly sobered to the

consequences. Suspicion brought rumors. Rumors brought attention. Attention

brought trouble. Trouble could cost you. In Ned's position, trouble was

something he absolutely could not afford.

He smiled and nodded in parting as Dave finished his dialogue and wandered off

in search of another victim.

"Whoever invented coffee breaks should be shot…" Ned muttered, returning to

his work.

He punched a key and a grid of numbers appeared. Ned only had to glance at

the screen briefly to deduce that all the terrarium environments were stable

with minimal fluctuation in conditions. He brought up another screen.

"What a life you must lead…" he muttered, scanning over the data. "Still

running from the techs too…"

Of all the specimens observed and recorded, Terrarium 5 held the only one to

exhibit a human-like intelligence. Because of this, he was of greatest interest

to Ned, who collected and reported on technical data and behavioral patterns

recorded from the various habitats. Personally, Ned failed to see a reason for

these particular experiments, but as in most things, his opinions were of little

consequence. The bosses had their reasons, and made it quite worth Ned's while

to leave things at that.

Ned punched another key, and the most recent photo of Terrarium 5's sole

resident materialized. He looked apprehensive as usual. His hair had begun to

weigh from the curls, beginning to drift down his shoulders. His skin was

clean…another aberration from his fellow experiments. One of the unique habits

T5 had developed was using his supply of water to clean his skin. The reports

had observed this behavior developing into a timely pattern. The specimen's was

now up to three "baths" a day…usually around the same time.

Ned's overheads had made T5 nearly their sole interest in his weekly briefing

sessions. All of the specimens carried nearly identical characteristics, with

some variances in the development process. Ned was forbidden access to exactly

what these variances and processes where. His job was to sort and report; in

essence, a paper-hound. From what he did have access to though, he did know that

T5 was progressing at a much more rapid rate than the others, who seemed less

advanced in some cases than many types of mollusk. He also knew that T5 hated

any bright lights. Even the dim red that filled the better half of the terrarium

seemed to cause him

discomfort.

"All gifts come with a price, young grasshopper…" Ned muttered, letting his

attention drift momentarily from his work.

As usual, his thoughts turned toward Katherine. As usual, these thoughts were

tinged with a strange mix of longing and annoyance. He wondered if his overheads

knew about her. He wondered if it mattered. Katherine had teasingly avoided any

kind of significant tie to him. She seemed to exist in his life merely to

confuse him.

Of course, the bosses discouraged romantic involvement in their employees. More

than one had been wiped when their relationships became too serious. No harm

came to them as far as he knew; all employees were subjected to some form of

hypnotic suggestion upon hiring. As Ned understood it, their memories relating

to work were erased at this time. Some new suggestion was planted, and the

former employee was given some safe civilian job through resources the bosses

possessed.

Ned was a long way from any desires to give up his comfortable lifestyle.

There were more than adequate compensations for his loneliness in his pay. As

luck would have it, his paths had crossed with the antithesis to his stability.

He had first met Katherine at a hotel lounge he frequented. It was a relaxed

place. Not the sort of place you went looking for sex or romance. Most nights,

Ned hardly saw a woman in the place. It was full of people like him. Guys too

involved with their own lives to wander the neon strip, yet not quite too far

removed from life outside to enjoy a quiet drink and some soft jazz.

She was beautiful. Her entrance turned nearly every self-involved male face

in the place…including his. She was alone, which for a woman of her looks was in

itself enough to draw Ned's interest. He forgot now what lame opener he had

used, but she had bitten. They had spent the evening discussing her writing

career. She had published a few children books, and was trying to break into the

adult fiction market. In the interim, she kept an accounting job to pay the

bills.

From that first night, Ned was enthralled with her. Unfortunately, she had

regarded him as little more than a friend. That is, until one drunken night at

her low-rent downtown apartment, he had revealed his line of work. It had all

spiraled down from there. Now, she tormented him with smiles and soft-spoken

promises; the weak male mind revealing all in the face of sexual appeal.

Most curious was her reaction to the terrarium specimens. He had almost

thought he would finally land her in bed that night, as excited as she had

become. She had later explained a longstanding sexual fantasy centering on tiny

men. She supposed it came from her fierce ambitions…some strange twist of the

feminist mind. Afterwards, she had let the matter…and Ned's hopes for the

evening…drop. This wasn't quite the case though, as Ned would soon discover.

It had been two weeks ago when she had made the suggestion. He had laughed at

her. He had called her crazy. He had left in a rage. A week later, he was

pondering how to make it happen.

Her idea was for Ned to kidnap one of the specimens for an evening. She swore

she just wanted to see it, touch it…nothing strange. She made all sorts of

erotic promises to him in exchange. It was a lunatic idea, nevertheless, Ned had

come up with a possible way to make it happen.

The alarm systems were not a problem. They fell under his domain. He had set

them to turn off that evening, and turn back on just before 5 AM the following

morning, when everyone returned to work.

Security would not be a problem. Ned often put in overtime on his reports;

sometimes it was unavoidable given new findings. His presence late at night

would not be seen as unusual, and security was not allowed into the lab itself.

It would have to be fast. He would let her have her look, then return the

specimen immediately. Barring any unforeseen difficulties, no one would ever

suspect.

Ned glanced back over the data for T5. Despite the specimen's aversion to

light, T5 was the only specimen to react normally to introduce earth-like

atmospheric conditions. Reports had even noted a lack of negative effect when

opening straight building ventilation into T5.

"Look like you're the one, buddy." Ned sighed. He had a few things left to do

before nightfall.

***

"I've got someone I want you to meet…" Ned proclaimed, as Katherine led him

into her one-bedroom apartment.

"What's this?" Katherine asked, amused, as Ned turned off the room lights.

"He doesn't like lights." Ned grinned sheepishly, producing a small plastic

box.

"Oh my…" she breathed, as he snapped off the lid.

T5's tiny inhabitant huddled in a corner of the box. His large eyes were wide

in fear. With a small high-pitched whine, buried his face in his arms, trying to

hide from his giant observers.

"Katherine, meet T5." Ned swept his hand in a dramatic gesture. Glancing at

her face, he noted with pleasure the

hungry look spreading in her eyes.

"Can…can I hold him?" she asked softly, her eyes never leaving the cage.

"Well, I don't think that's a good idea…" Ned said hesitantly. "He usually

has to be sedated even for the scientists to get near him."

"I see." She glanced up at Ned, a sexy pout on her face.

"Look, I'll let you hold the box, but don't try and touch him. The scientists

are afraid sudden shock may be deadly…"

She eagerly took the box. For a long moment she stared at T5, that same

greedy expression on her face.

"I'd get out of the country if I were you Neddie." Her voice was amused, but

something in it sent a sudden shock through his body.

"What do you mean?" he asked nervously.

In answer, Katherine produced a small pistol from behind her back.

"What's this?" Ned tried to laugh. "A joke or something?"

"Call it a business transaction Neddie." Her smile was predatory. "You walk

out of here without giving me any trouble, and I won't have to shoot you."

"You wouldn't…"

"Oh, but I would Neddie." She stepped closer to him. "Your boss would thank

me for doing the job for him, once the story hits the press."

"What story?" Ned felt numb. How could he have been so stupid?

"Our government involved in secret, bizarre experiments in secret underground

labs. Ah yes, fodder for the tabloids. But not any more! Thanks to Ned

Stallworth - bumbling deskjock - we have evidence!"

"Why…"

"Because it's worth money Neddie." She laughed. "Oh, not the story. I highly

doubt it will ever print. But it's going to cost your bosses a lot of cash to

keep it that way…and they'll have you to thank for that Neddie. How much do you

think your life will be worth then?"

Ned merely nodded. If they didn't kill him, they'd wipe his memory back to

infancy and stick him in some mental home on tranquilizers for the rest of his

life.

"I feel I owe you something though, darling." Ned bit back his anger. "So, to

show you I'm not such a bad girl after all, I'm going to do you a favor. I'll

give you two days to disappear before I make my little call to your bosses."

"How generous of you…" Ned hissed.

"I think so." She smiled cheerfully. "Oh Ned, I've been watching you for some

time. You see, the government usually makes sure that their male employees are

happily married before they take them in. They slipped with you. Young,

single…all that money and no poor silly bimbo to play with." That smug smile

again. "It must have been hard for you Neddie. It was too easy getting into your

confidence. You suprised even me."

Still smiling, she walked around Ned and opened the door.

"Don't worry about your friend here." She reached into the box and poked

teasingly at the terrified little man. "He should be back in his little

underground lab in no time, and I'll be rich. As for you Neddie, you'd better

get started. I'd suggest one of those war-torn Central American countries. I

understand even the government has trouble finding people there. Word of advice

next time Neddie? Keep you head on your shoulders, not in your pants. Cheers!"

***

And so it was that Ned Stallworth - wiser to the ways of this cruel world -

set out towards Guatemala in search of sanctuary from the storm that was surely

to come. Meanwhile, in the small nightly-rental apartment suite that Katherine,

AKA Tabitha Martin, AKA Cheryl Allison had checked out for her rendezvous with

another foolish, trusting man…a tiny figure cowered in the palm of his newest

nightmare. He had buried his head in his arms, trying to push away the horrible

blinding lights that had suddenly appeared.

"Our Mr. Stallworth wasn't kidding about you and lights was he little man?"

She poked softly at her prize, chuckling as he squealed in protest. "Well, don't

worry my little friend. Soon you'll be back in your dark little lab cage…and

I'll be living the good life in some expensive coastal resort town." She looked

her tiny catch over speculatively. "In the meantime, I know a nice and dark

place you'd be just perfect for."

***

"They still haven't found Stallworth?" the man asked, peering into the small

red-lit terrarium and jotting a few notes down.

"I've heard they think he's in Bolivia." The other man shrugged. "Personally,

I say why bother? Stallworth probably so scared for his life, he'll never be

seen in this country again." He peered into the terrarium. "Still at it?"

"Yeah." the other man shook his head. "I don't know what's wrong with the

little guy. He used to stay out of the lights as much as he could."

"Probably a lingering shock. The little guy's been through a lot these past

few weeks."

"They ever find that woman?"

"Disappeared without a trace. As much money as she got out of this mess,

she'll be able to stay that way for awhile."

"Well, I'm going to go input morning's observation into the computer. Have

you seen that new lady they replaced Stallworth with?"

"Yeah, she's something else. Too bad you and me are both married."

"What's her name again?"

"I think she said it was Katherine. T5 here almost had a coronary when he saw

her."

"His kidnapper was a woman…guess he's learned to tell the difference."

"Lucky him."

 

End

Giantess Stories: T5  By Krael

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