The woman's face remained unreadable. "They're bringing the rock down now. I can feel it in my
bones..my body's starting to get ready for the shift."
"Just...make it quick. Can you do that for me?" Rick asked, slumping down onto the floor. He
pulled his knees up to his chest, resting his face on them. "I won't fight back or..or anything...just..make
it quick." He closed his eyes, quietly saying a silent prayer for whatever watched over the universe to keep
his family safe.
She frowned. The woman didn't like this one bit. It was so much easier if she didn't have to
see her victim-slash-food source as a person. She paced around the cell, her body full of nervous energy. She
could feel the rock getting closer. She knew how soon she'd be changing, and she still was anticipating it.
"There..may be a way.." she said very carefully.
Rick's head shot up. "What?"
"It's a long shot, but it's got a shot at working," she said, not looking particularly
enthusiastic.
"Anything's better than nothing," Rick replied. "So what's your plan?"
The woman sighed softly, clearly not relishing the idea. "When I change, it's all-encompassing.
All my focus, all my attention is on the moon rock and my changing body. I'm almost paralyzed. The sensations
are..well..they're intense. Particularly so with my tits and my vajayjay." A light blush crossed her cheeks.
Under most circumstances, Rick would have found it almost comical that a woman who'd killed men by her own
admission would be embarrassed talking about her body, but the mild irony was lost on him.
"I can't help but get aroused...between the nerve endings firing..and how strong I feel.." the
woman toyed with her hair slightly, her hands nervously twitching. "Shit...they're almost to this level
now..." she muttered. "Sex..sex isn't always about the propagation of a species, or even satisfying
urges..it's a means of establishing dominance."
Somewhere down the hallway, an elevator dinged. Sharp footfalls of a pair of boots started to get
closer. Rick noticed that her nipples suddenly popped hard against the fabric of her jumpsuit, and her eyes
widened. She wasn't even acknowledging him any more. Her eyes focused outside their cell. "And..and if you
fuck me while I'm changing.." she said, starting to unsnap her jumpsuit. A light sheen of sweat had started to
make her glisten slightly. "If..you fuck..fuck me..while I'm changing.." she said again, clearly starting to
become distracted as the guard reached the hallway just outside their cell. He carried a small box that Rick
recognized as one of their standard lead-lined carriers.
"Dinner time, Melinda," the guard said, giving Rick a sneer. He opened the box up, taking out a
rock almost identical to the one that Rick had given to Tom earlier and laying it just outside the door.
"Sorry I don't have time to stay and watch the show, but I have a hot date," the guard said.
The woman, whose name apparently was Melinda, tore open her jumpsuit with a moan, running her
fingers over her chest as she shrugged the garment off. "Fuck..fuck..mee...it's...yourrrr only hope..." she
said, dropping to all fours. The scent of her arousal flooded the cell, and Rick was faced with a
choice...violate his marriage vows on a long shot, or die inevitably..