Thread: A Primitive Frost  (Sarjin & Arctic Fox)

Mariahs biocylinder was slightly cracked, the planets cold air seeped in waking her slightly. She remembered her last thought before being sedated for the 'tubes'. She and her brother had been arrested for drug running...well him for running, her for making it. Thier parents died when she was still very young. To support them both her brother hooked up with a local cartel. Not able to run like her brother thier boss put her in care of one of his cooks. At his side she learned the craft, and learned well. Still With a well placed bribe a rival drug cartel attacked and only a few survived, she was one and put in a biocylinder. By now she had stood on her own feet, she never did her own drugs, she bore no tattooes or marks beyond a few small burn marks. Her sand brown eyes fluttered open, in the blue hues they nearly looked like liguid gold. She was hurting a bit, her body wrenched by the impact. Still she was moving, that was a good sign. Her slender but strong hands she placed on the front of the tube and began shoving at it. After 3-4 tries it opened enough she could slither out. Halfway out she felt a huge hand grab her by her long, thick raven hair. A sharp tug nearly pulled it from her skull, but left her a bit unbalanced. in a few moments on her knees she stood before a tall man with greasy looking dreadlocks. Her own hands went to try and pry her hair loose as she gave a cry of pain. The man had his pants down just past his thighs, his johnson hanging out. He was hard and ready, that was obvious. Get to suckin', bitch she heard in a fairly gutteral voice. She felt his other hand begining to grope at her shirt to rip it off of her. Mariah growled as she pulled something up from the ground, a piece of debris. Coming up to one knee she swung it, catching him at the knee. It tripped him up. Falling over to one side yowling in pain, he let go of her hair. Go fuck yourself, Asshole she said bringing the twisted restraint bar up again to hit him again if she had too. Stepping back she looked about. Off a bit there was a blonde woman, with a man on top of her going at it like ferrets on grind. As she breathed heavy she could feel her own body felt different, she just was not sure how. Even more curious was where were they all, it sure as hell did not look like the Alamosa biocylinder detention center in New Mexico. In the slight chilling wind Mariah brought the piece of metal up like a bat. Her would be rapist getting up. Made a running tackle at her. Mariah growled and hit him 2 to 3 more times as he landed on top of her. She kicked him in his jimmies and then hit him in the throat making him slide off of her. Staggering away she managed to get to her feet, the tackle nearly took her breath away, it did make her rib hurt. You want to die today Asshole....I'll arrange it it only slightly occurred to her what was 'wrong' with her body, somehow her breasts were larger than when she went into the tubes. Not ginormous, but compared to the b cup she was, she now at least had double d's. Her frame seemed to be perfect to carry them as well. Long and lean of limb and torso. Her long hair now disheveled gave her an appearance of a wild she-cat. Mariah growled at the man even as she backed away from him Fucking rapist she spat at the man. It was odd though, something was going on. All of a sudden they're free...No one who went into the tubes ever came out. How much time passed? she didn't know. Her body was messed with...probably some perverted med-tech getting his jollies. Now she was friggin' freezing to death now, the cold making her nipples more prevalent through the cheap ass material. She could see her own breath. She glances at the others going at it. At least for the woman she ...actually didn't seem to mind getting humped by some jerk with bad hygiene. There was a spark in the back of her mind telling her not to fight, but this guy just really was not her type...this guy she thought would not be any ones type...maybe that's why he's a rapist. She kicked the side of his head ...hard. She didn't see anyone else off the bat. She looked about, as far as she knew they dropped them all in the Himalayas, then she noticed something odd, very odd indeed. She didn't see her would be rapist throw a piece of metal at her....clocking her upside the head. Grind last known chemical designer drug of choice by users