JCP: Suspension of Fate

Unending BE - episode 1057762

Justine couldn't believe her eyes at the sight before her. A woman hung from the ceiling on thick steel cables attached to rings around her neck, wrists, ankles, and thighs. The golden restraints kept her splayed out, legs and arms spread and head dipping down slightly towards the floor. Justine had an eye level view of the woman's spread labia and asshole, between the wide cheeks of her butt. Beyond the soft hanging curve of her belly, round watermelon sized breasts hung like overfilled water balloons almost two feet from her torso. A thick fat nipple pierced with a heavy swaying golden ring capped both.

Circling around, the woman didn't seem to be moving or acknowledging Justine, despite the loud click of Justine's heels, she could just see the woman's soft breathing exaggerated in the wobble of her pendulous breasts. She looked surprisingly peaceful for her contorted position. The rings around her limbs and lightly bruised her pale skin but she didn't seem to mind if it was painful being suspended like this. Monochrome tattoos of chains wrapping around her arms and legs meet with the solid gold shackles on her thighs and neck. Justine realized there wasn't any clasps, they had been forged around her body somehow into solid rings of metal.

Justine stopped sharp when she got a look past the woman's wild mane of dark brown hair. Blood ran from her face and she thought she might pass out again.

"Hello, Justine." She heard her own voice say in a deadpan tone. "The master said you would be here soon. I should remember this meeting already I guess but it's been so long."

The woman spoke like she was barely aware of her surroundings, not even looking at Justine - her eyes started off at nothing, but it was clear, she was some kind of copy. Identical twin sisters would be less similar.

"How?!" Justine felt like she was going mad, talking to herself across the room, she must be imagining it.

The woman's eyes moved for the first time, absently gazing as though she was looking at something behind Justine. "The master takes care of us. You will learn to trust him." She seemed slightly gleeful about the last sentence. It gave Justine the shivers, how could she, assuming this was actually some version of her, ever think anything good of the creep doing this?

"I'm getting out of here! And when I do, I'm coming back with the police, the national guard, anyone else who will listen and arresting whoever did this to me."

Her copy's head tilted to look at her with sudden smirk and spoke again but with a strangely masculine tone. "Is that so, Stringy? I think this little marionette of mine is proof enough that you never do." The woman's neck went limp again, her face expressionless, and continued speaking. "He's right, Justine. It is time to accept it."

"No, no, no!" Justine cried.

"You don't want to end up like the others. The ones that never gave in." Her copy's expression didn't change but Justine saw a tear roll down her cheek.

Torn between rage and panic, Justine went for the door. He's trying to trick me with this impossible situation, make me give in. She had to keep moving.