JP - Shoe on the Other Foot

Clonestone's skin formed spikes and hard plates. He waited until the strange girl's back was to him and struck the back of her head.

All her head did was morph and change shape before the girl twisted her head around to stare at Clonestone, blinking. Coral just groaned. “Why are you sooooooo stupid?” She asked.

Clonestone wanted to use the strange woman, but couldn’t function without hurting her first. He was getting frustrated and a little bit scared.

Coral began giggling as the strange woman became the scorpion thing again and jabbed the stinger toward him as if playing.

“Stop that!” Clonestone cursed, picking up a chair to fend her off.

The scorpion-thing-girl kept jabbing, eventually wrapping the tail around the chair and pulling it from him. With a clicking sound, she tossed it at a wall and started toward Clonestone again.

Coral was having the time of her life, though. She was on the floor, laughing and laughing and laughing…

Clonestone did not enjoy having the shoe on the other foot one bit. He pressed against the wall, his eyes wildly looking for a weapon to fend her off.

The scorpion tail turned into an odd fleshy chain and suddenly wrapped around Clonestone, pinning him to the bed. The body became that of a girl again and tilted her head to the side as she gazed down at him. “You have a cute face, but your attitude could use some work.” She commented and looked at Coral. “Is she your girlfriend?”

“She’s a stupid bitch!” Clonestone spat, struggling to escape.

“I am not!” Coral screamed and threw the pillow she hated at him. “Fuck you!”

The girl giggled. “Do you have a girlfriend?”

“I have a lot of whores, no girlfriends.” Clonestone said. “No woman could pin me down!” He failed to notice that he and Canestone asked almost the same question from victims right before getting started.

The girl just smiled and had the fleshy chains tighten around him, leaning over so her face was just out of reach of his. “That so? Then I guess you’ll be one of my manwhores!” She cackled and sat on the edge of the bed. “What do you think of that, Coral?!”

Coral just kept silent now, glaring at the girl. “You’re more fucked up than me…I think.”

“Am I?” The girl inquired and reached over, grabbing Clonestone’s nose and wiggling it playfully. “Am I fucked up, sugar?”

“Let me go! There’s no such thing as a manwhore!” Clonestone protested.

“Actually, there is.” She replied, patting Clonestone’s cheek. “And I’m gonna use you alllll up!”

“You can’t do that!” Clonestone was horrified. He was beginning to realize he could end up like a victim in this.

"I can, though." She cooed with a giggle and tapped his collar. "You see, they didn't put one of these on me…"

“But that’s cheating!” Clonestone protested. Though he had memories of using metas wearing collars suppressing their powers.

“It’s called karma, bitch!” Coral said through laughter as the girl tightened the chains further. Their fleshy structure would feel as if a boa constrictor had hold of him.

“But this is wrong. It’s so wrong!” Clonestone squirmed desperately trying to escape.

“Karma is often ‘wrong’ in the eyes of those who are a victim of it.” The girl said as little spike protruded against his skin from the chains. She looked over her nails and whistled, turning her back to him now since she knew he wouldn’t get free.

“Hey! They’re drawing blood!” Clonestone complained. “This is only right when I do it!”

She wagged a finger at him. “No…no, it’s perfectly fine!” She giggled and patted his chest playfully. “Don’t you wanna have fun? Give Coral a show?”

“Untie me and YOU get on the bed!” Clonestone struggled.

The girl giggled even more. “That’s not gonna happpeeeeeen.” The girl singsonged and tapped his nose with a sharpened claw. “My name is Elizabeth Rozendra, by the way. Better known as experiment #35887V. You can just call me Elizabeth.” With swift movements she was sitting on his stomach and grinning evilly.

“Why am I suddenly…you know what? No, I’m not. I feel no sympathy fer ya, Cloney.” Coral said.