<Bad Sign. He needs to adjust course on the fly.>
While her friend didn't seem to appreciate Elizabeth's front of impatience, the strategy proved effective in diverting Heather from entering her safe space. As Jane turned from her approach and started calling names to demand to know why they hadn't at least gotten warm ups done and otherwise properly prepared, Elizabeth turns her attention back to Jacob at last. "Where were we again?" Elizabeth asks him, seeing clouds of thought marring Jacob's powerful features. Seeing Heather had almost totally driven from her mind what had her so furious mere seconds ago. She'd be able to unearth it from her memory if she chose, but Elizabeth preferred to give Jacob the opportunity to change the subject if he so desired and avoid topics that were upsetting and confusing while the succubus lurked in the corner of her eye.
Her Jacob reddened, but spoke anyways. "I had intended to ask you about your hunting types while we were face to face like this, but if you-"
Despite her own embarrassment, Elizabeth cut him off before he could retract the question. "I don't mind telling you Jacob." Her own face was crimson, and thoughts of Heather and Jane faded to the farthest corners of her mind as she demurely assured her husband that she would satisfy his curiosity. Not that she wouldn't need a moment to make sure they were properly isolated and gather her courage. A Pred's hunting types were the sort of thing not often discussed and, when necessary, usually were spoken of in private instead of semi public like this. Different families and cultures gave it a different exact degree of weight on a scale of privacy, but the range usually started as on par with sharing what size underwear a girl wore and went to being just as severe as speaking of the most extreme fetishes a woman wished to indulge in the bedroom.
A hunting type went deeper than just who looked tastier when a Pred was enduring Cravings. It was more involved then just what people a Pred thought had the best flavor. There was more to it than being the group that a Pred was most desperate to justify devouring. The Pred's body has a dense web of interactions that go off to reward her for eating her hunting type, and many of those interactions tend to confuse sexual pleasure with the pleasure of eating. Vore itself was already pleasant without the added bonus, but when Elizabeth ate her hunting type was the only time she was ever even
tempted to masturbate to the demise or absorption of her prey. Her blue eyed god replied firmly to her assurance. "You don't have to tell me. I... wasn't thinking things through before asking that."
"It's okay. I want to tell you." Elizabeth said, her own voice much stronger and more sure. Even so, she looked around to make sure they were alone and when she saw that they were she insisted he lean down so she could whisper it softly into his ear and avoid even the chance someone 20 feet away would overhear. "I've only found 2 of mine so far. The stronger is that I absolutely
love eating big, athletic, dominant boys. The full on jock types, not just someone of your size and strength. The weaker type is that I really... enjoy... putting away any sort of criminal element. Rebels, bullies, thieves, gangsters. Anyone who refuses to abide by law and order really, and it doesn't have to be
my law for it to make my tummy happy to enforce justice."
"Have you ever eaten someone that fit both?" Jacob asked, his mind clearly churning on something. It was the sort of question he'd ask more because he didn't want to let the conversation die then because he wanted to know, though it wouldn't have occurred to him unless he was curious. Elizabeth knew he was more thoughtful about how embarrassing the answer could easily be when he wasn't excited or distracted, and he hadn't sounded all that excited when he asked.
"Maybe." Elizabeth admitted with a blush. She had indeed eaten one jock at Pred High who was rebelling against her authority and had been caught stealing from the school. That was the only meal she ever given in to the temptation that so often accompanied eating her hunting types, and she was not at all proud of having gotten off on his demise. "Tell me what's on your mind and I might tell you more." Elizabeth offered, wanting to head off any follow up questions and to understand what was on her husband's mind.
"It's nothing." Jacob lied directly, refusing to let his wife in.
'I guess I'll have to figure out how to drag it out of you then.' Elizabeth thought, not happy in the slightest that he wouldn't share.
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<Vital. While Hope didn't have time to even try to update the plan to reflect Heather's involvement, she intended to warn them about the element of chaos as soon as she was aware herself.>
When Heather had learned the actual intent of the fake girlfriend act, she'd been completely flabbergasted. It had forced her to wonder if she'd actually been double bluffed and Hope was entirely the airhead bimbo that she acted like. There was no way whatsoever she was going to involve herself in that scheme, so Heather had opted to seek information on the timing, location and supporting effects involved. She could at least tell that the plan involved no danger at all to Hazel, so Heather so no reason to stop Hope and Jacob from double suicide... it would remove a pair of people that only brought her big sister trouble. Since she wasn't going to try to stop it and she refused to take part directly – Heather could only see one role available if she did that and while that
scumbag would probably jizz his pants if she even pretended Heather had far less than no interest in even pretending to be part of Jacob's little harem. But since she wasn't going to stop it or participate, Heather could only support things and make sure that true minimum goals were met.
Like ripping apart Jane and Lizzie's friendship. That was trouble for everyone, and Heather had a far better position to do something about it then anyone else. All she needed to do was find the right time to have a second and chat with Jane about her dad first. There was no faster way to destroy a relationship then to get the people involved to do it themselves, and it worked even better if they were unaware that they were doing it. As long as Lizzie cared enough about her image in front of the tough, competitive cheerleader, there was exactly no chance that Jane knew her history so it should be a breeze as long as the leverage actually worked as intended. With Jane it could backfire and have the volatile girl go off or make counter threats instead of submit like a
normal person.
Finding an opening to speak to the acting Head Cheerleader, Heather decided to be aggressive. "Your family is lying to you about your father. If you want to know more, lets talk in private." Heather informed Jane in a low voice, hugging her in what could be taken as simple joy in having done an exceptionally good job at the first routine. There was a vast difference in their ability to conjure an opportunity to speak in private, so Heather intended to allow the person with authority create such a chance. But as she moved to separate, Jane pulled her back in harshly.
"This
better be good or you are fucking dead, you understand me?" Jane whispers, and Heather cannot help but be amused how much affection Jane could put into a literal death threat. She turns her loose after copping a feel of Heather's ass, snapping out instructions for the next routine and criticizing almost everyone for something that they could have done better. Then she has one of the Sophomores take over calling the cheer and pulls Heather from the group to talk in private.
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'Why is Jane dragging Heather off like that? This should be her big chance to show off in front of Liz, what could possibly convince her to leave off on that?' Jacob wondered. He almost felt like calling attention to it, except Liz had already expressed that she wasn't liking how focused on the activity in front of them he was.
'I'm sorry that watching cheerleaders is more enjoyable then looking at you. Seriously... I thought this would be so much easier. The moment I stop pushing it out of my mind it's stuck right back at the top. DAMN you are unattractive. I need to get you talking again and avoid discussing Jennifer, but you've all but cornered me on it being her on my mind. This is NOT how things were supposed to go.' Jacob thought with fervor.
"Come on... just talk to me." Liz begged, her hand holding his arm in a tight, firm grasp. She had his hand rubbing along the inside of her thigh, a thick tree trunk to support her overblown eyesore of an ass. He couldn't stop despite how desperately he wanted to, Liz's grip far beyond his ability to break. If it were even slightly tighter, it would become painful enough that his pride would allow him to call her out for hurting him, but Liz was toeing that line carefully at the moment. "I promise I'm not going to be mad if it's about the..." Liz paused and took a deep breath, her face contorting as she forced herself to change the way she was going to refer to Jennifer. She'd made the mistake of calling Jennifer a whore to his face just a couple minutes ago, and he'd torn into her before he thought about what he was saying. But it certainly seemed to have had an impact. "Your... ex."
'You don't have to look so tormented in stating a damn fact Liz. I don't even remember how many times I told you that on the phone.' Jacob thought as he took in the heart wrenching look on Elizabeth's face as the Queen admitted a measure of legitimacy to his prior relationship. "Look... it's about that, but not about that at the same time. It's..." Jacob sighs. "It's complicated." He remembered that he was supposed to be ambiguous by this point, so claiming things were complicated at least was a way he couldn't go wrong while he continued trying to recall what he'd learned about different combinations of hunting types.
'I know I saw somewhere that Preds that consider various sorts of alpha males as their hunting type are often the most open towards being one of multiple partners. But Preds that target other Preds as a hunting type are the most CLOSED towards it... and Liz is both. What does that mean for our plan? Should we just pull out now?'"I understand baby." Liz whined, pressing herself against him further and letting her dissatisfaction color her tone only in the gentlest and most disappointed of ways instead of letting anger show. Her reactions had completely changed tone when he'd gone off. It was starting to
seriously freak him out how shameless and needy Liz was acting. If she pushed his hand any further up her thigh he'd be fingering her! "I'll listen carefully to all of it Jacob, you can take your time and walk me through it."
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<Yes. Jane threatens to eat her if she doesn't spill – Heather promises she'll lie if Jane tries it. Jane grudgingly yields, agreeing to follow 3 orders for the accurate information.>
The moment they were inside and out of both line of sight to the field and view of any cameras Jane had picked Heather up and slammed her brutally against the nearest wall, putting her face mere inches from the younger girl's. "What the
hell do you THINK you know about Daddy!?" Jane demanded, her voice shrill and the look in her icy blue eyes near insane.
"Only that the rest of your family is lying to you about him. And what the truth actually is." Heather answers in a groan, keeping the firmest lid on her terror she could. The last time she'd been this exposed to
immediate danger had been... the faces of Leif and Victoria slid over Jane's and Heather shivers as her self control fractures. She starts kicking and struggling despite knowing how useless it would be against a Pred with Jane's experience and strength. Jane had to weigh at least double what Heather did, and likely much more than that, so even assuming strength was linear with weight... it was akin to a child facing an adult. In fact, Jane outweighed Heather now by about the same ratio as Leif had outweighed her years ago.
"I'm not after your fucking dodges bitch." Jane snarls, placing her fist on Heather's gut gently. Then shoving it in with such power that Heather couldn't draw a full breath. Jane let go with her other hand, keeping Heather pinned to the wall by the sheer pressure on her stomach. "What do you know about my Daddy!? What could my famil-" Jane's eyes widen as she realizes the only thing that her family could reasonably be lying to her about when it came to a man she believed was dead... because her family told her he was. "He's alive?" Jane whispers, her voice like honey as her face got even closer, a smile that made Heather's insides turn inside out decorating her face. From the softness in her eyes it seemed that she had entirely forgotten her fist nailing Heather to the wall.
Originally Heather had planned to keep everything back. Anything she confirmed in advance was that much less value she had to trade with. But the way Jane was acting had made her walls completely collapse, she needed to move the other girl into a more suitable mindset for negotiation. Besides, Heather always calculated a certain chance Jane would figure that part out just on the basis of there being something to discuss. Confirming that her guess was right should increase Heather's hold immensely right now, and that should mean Jane won't think she can afford to keep being so aggressive. "Yes..." Heather wheezed, taking gasps for air on every word. "He... was... transferred... I... know... where... he... is... now."
She was dropped on her ass as Jane stands straight. The cheerleader was on another planet, her face reddened and glowing as she gleefully giggled. Both her hands flew to her cheeks, the fingers spread as they touched at her mouth and a trembling smile pushed through her efforts to suppress it. "Daddy's alive... he's alive! He didn't get fed to some slut whore on death row! I have to go find him... there's so much to catch up on, and I just know he's going to love how his sexy girl's grown up." Jane squeals with what Heather could only assess as
insane giddiness. Clearly it was the best news Jane had heard all year, the cheerleader wiggling in the most inappropriate way with the overabundance of her excitement.
'Wait a second... did Jane just say her dad called her his sexy girl!?' Heather realized a few moments late, horror filling her as she suddenly wondered exactly WHY the information had been strictly kept from Jane. It took an extremely firm order to suppress even Arya's runaway mouth, but that was exactly the sort of control the Holden clan exercised when it came to Jane's father. "He's probably all kinds of pent up too. I'm sure he'd just love it if I gave him a release after I explain how everyone tricked me. Yes... Daddy never could resist his sexy girl, and he's got even less chance of resisting me now." Jane giggles smugly, oblivious to Heather's growing horror or the feeble efforts to put even an inch more distance between herself and the crazed Pred.
Unfortunately it didn't take long for Jane to focus back on the present, the gleam in her eye completely devoid of humanity or sanity. "You said you know where my Daddy is? Where? Where is he?" Jane asked eagerly, starving for the information with such feral zeal that Heather was terrified, wondering what possibly could have happened to
break someone as strong as Jane into an animal like
this. Not thinking clearly enough to pick Heather up again, Jane instead opted to crawl over her, waving her ass behind her enticingly as if wagging a nonexistent tail. Eagerness oozed from every pore of Jane's body as she repeated herself in a giddy tone. "Come on, tell me. Where is my Daddy?"
Heather steeled herself with all her efforts. She'd severely underestimated the difficulty of handling Jane, and there were entire dimensions to her leverage that she hadn't counted on or understood before she pulled the trigger. But it was equally clear that the information was FAR more valuable to Jane than she'd ever imagined it might be, and she needed to milk that for anything it was worth. "That he's alive is free, but if you want to know where he is... that's expensive info." Heather forces herself to say.
Instantly Jane's water blue eyes hardened into sapphires, though the rest of her remained as melted with excitement before. It created a terrifying dichotomy in her expression and her body language, and Jane was obviously aware of the effect it had on others. "Is it as expensive as your life? I can take you completely off the target list for my bet with your sister if you tell me. If that's not immediate enough for it to be real... how about I eat you if you haven't told me in the next 10 seconds? Ten, Nine, Eight..." Jane started counting down, a childish tint to her voice.
This threat Heather was prepared for at least. The bone chilling delivery aside, she'd known that Jane would obviously realize that she could just eat Heather if she wouldn't say
something. But there was a downside to the threat that the cheerleader didn't have a way around. "Try eating me or anyone I care about for the information and I'll change all the details." Heather growls. "I'm not going to be able to say
nothing when you're doing your all to break me. I'm not that strong and we both know it. I might even get pushed hard enough that I give mostly the right address. But all it takes for you to go on a wild goose chase is for me to change ONE part of the address they moved him to. You don't even know if he's in a halfway house, under house arrest, still in a jail or if he's in high security. ANY address would need proper investigation before you could discard it, and not knowing what part is the lie means you could spend
months tracking variations. Or do you think your family is going to tell you just because you know he's alive? For even Arya to keep so quiet about it someone with a ton of influence in the family issued the gag order. I'm guessing your Gran. Are you ready to openly cross
her to dig the information out of your family?"
That made Jane sit up and give Heather her space again, her body language hardening much further. The cheer captain mused thoughtfully, red still suffusing her face. "You wouldn't wait so long to pull this out just to make the squad... so what's your game? Like you said, this is
expensive information and I know how much you hate to come out behind on a trade. What do you want?" Jane's voice was still honeyed, and a smile ghosted her lips even as she asked.
'Good, that should be all the hardest parts behind me.' Heather thinks with relief, recognizing that Jane had admitted she couldn't bully the information out of her and was sitting down to negotiate properly. "I just need you to follow my orders for today. There's a number of things I need a Pred for, and I can admit that several of the most immediate are related to your friend on the bleachers." Heather says, doing her best to present as laying her cards on the table openly.
"Not happening." Jane laughs. "I'm not going to write you a full day's blank check while Liz is visiting. Especially if you're planning to somehow play me off her. I'm guessing you've learned from your sister how close me and the
Queen are if you were going to try that? I'll follow ONE order as long as it's not going to turn me and Liz against each other."
Heather giggles to vent some of her terror. She hoped it didn't sound strained or scared. "Yes, I heard how close you are. But that's exactly why I need
you to pave the way so I can talk to her. Convince her to give Hazel a chance to build a working relationship together despite the animosity between you, possibly get her to have the two of you be friends. But apart from giving me a proper introduction to the Queen and helping facilitate our discussion I have some folks that it would be very, very nice to have vanished... and unlike my sister I think you're willing to ignore the legalities of eating someone 16 or 17 years old?" Heather puts her hand on her chest to indicate herself, a reminder that she was of that age and Jane had freely threatened to devour her only a minute or two ago. "I think I can make due with 5 orders if you insist. One each for the number, the street, the city, the state and the zip code."
Clearly Jane hadn't expected Heather to agree to her initial savage counter proposal, and she gave the more restrained offer of a mere 5 orders some thought. Then she shook her head. "No... you're up to something. Don't think I don't know who Marissa answers to in the dark. 3 orders. Address, city and state, zip code. And I have the right to refuse anything I deem extreme. If all you want with Liz is an introduction and some support from a friend, that should give all you could possibly need and leave you an order or two to take out your problems. Or you might mismanage what orders you give, I'm just going to count how many I've followed."
"If you want to be picky about what orders to follow AND you want to be calculating about when you've done your 3 orders than you need to allow some counterbalance. It's only an order if I give it to you by calling you by your last name, and you can't refuse more than 2 distinct orders." Heather says, standing up. "A refusal counts for all rewording of the refused order."
"Define... distinct orders." Jane answers, her eyes narrowed in thought.
"To be distinct the order would either need to achieve a different effect or achieve the end a different way. If the refused order were 'bring your friend to this spot for us to talk', than changing location I ask you to bring her to doesn't count as a distinct order. It would still be trying to summon the Queen through you. On the other hand, 'call me over while you and your friend are alone' would be distinct because it has a different effect. That's entering her court by your personal invitation. Either way I'm still getting introduced to your friend by you, but the circumstances are different enough to be
distinct from each other." Heather explains, using an example of how similar things that she could demand could look while highlighting the core facet of what separated a rewording of the same order from a new, distinct order.
Jane mulled it over briefly before sharply nodding. "Deal."
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<Poorly. Once the proper pressures are placed on her the Queen completely forsakes her image, allowing her immature and bratty side to show.>
Feeling her self control slip, Elizabeth pressed Jacob's hand against her drooling lips again. There was no way he couldn't feel the heat coming from her core, but Elizabeth hoped he at least couldn't feel how wet she was. The way he'd exploded when she called... his ex... a whore? The fury and masculine dominance he'd exuded in demanding she retract the slur? Intoxicating wasn't nearly a strong enough word. Enthralling, captivating, heart stopping...
hypnotizing. She needed release. She needed him so badly.
And he was avoiding looking at her.
'Why is that making it even worse!?' Elizabeth whined in her mind, watching his gaze landing on a number of the different cheerleaders. He was being careful not to stare at any of them for too long, but it was obvious which ones he was giving the most attention to. Nothing about his preferences had shifted in the least, and that meant that she had to be close to the ugliest girl here in his eyes. It ripped at her heart, but her treasonous womanhood only bubbled harder as if it wanted to make his hand damp as she held it against her.
At least he'd finally given over and told her all about how he'd started...
dating... his ex. After he'd asked Hazel out and been turned down – which she'd have to make sure Hazel
sorely regretted even if he said he was over it – the other Pred had never gotten clarity that he was taken. They'd changed classes and hadn't met again until Jane was bullying Hazel and... his ex. He was clearly embarrassed to admit it, but he'd stepped in and defused the situation. Elizabeth was certain he'd done a lot more to be a hero to the girls than he told her, and she made a note to herself to demand a proper explanation from Jane later. His... ex... had tried several times to ask him out and he'd turned her down gently. Until one day Hazel revealed that she was her OAO and had pushed.
How was her sweet, innocent, strong Jacob supposed to say no to that? His face as he mentioned that part told Elizabeth that there was more to the story, something he still wasn't saying. But she could be content with knowing that he'd only been trying to take care of his crush's OAO. That he had a heart overflowing with enough love to lavish it freely on a dying girl even though he was already married. Surely if he had that much love to give he could find enough to give her some attention despite how unappealing she must look to him? She'd survived this long on so little, she didn't need much!
"Did... did you...?" Elizabeth asked, her voice shaking with a mixture of dread and desire. She'd been quivering in silence while rubbing his hand against her clothed womanhood for a while after his explanation had ended. At multiple points she'd felt him trying strongly to pull away, allowing him an inch or so before slowly dragging it back. She couldn't make herself finish her question, the mix of feelings already completely overwhelming her. Elizabeth was terrified to face herself and honestly assess if she hoped that Jacob had let his... ex... die a virgin or if she hoped he'd taken
proper care of her after all.
"Did I what?" Jacob asks, turning from the tryouts and looking into her eyes. Immediately Elizabeth tugged needily on his arm, trying to scratch the itch burning inside her with his hand. He pulled firmly against the motion, but he wasn't nearly strong enough to stop her when she was determined. She shook her head, unable to frame a response under his gaze. Her mind couldn't even process words that weren't centered on how perfect the blue eyed god she worshiped was.
That was when Jane joined them. "Sorry for taking so long to come and see you Liz. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" The taller girl asks with a raised eyebrow, eyeing the position of Jacob's hand and taking in the red of Elizabeth's face. Immediately it penetrated the Queen's horny, desperate mind how
public they were when she was being so vulgarly forward. No wonder her Jacob stubbornly was resisting her! She turned his hand loose in embarrassment, denying that there was any interruption.
The moment his hand was free, Jacob scooted over and offered Jane a seat between them. Her feelings turned against her, Elizabeth understanding why he felt the need for a buffer after how she'd acted. A man had no more power to resist a Pred determined to rape him than a normal woman had of resisting an armed man. Elizabeth had been abusing the gap in strength to force him, and had even been doing it publicly! She just wanted to hide herself and crawl in a hole!!! But Jane didn't take his invitation right away, waiting for Elizabeth's nod accepting the arrangement. She deserved to have a chaperon watching that she didn't take advantage of her blue eyed god after how she'd been acting. "How's the tryouts going?" Elizabeth asked, needing something to get her mind out of the gutter.
"Just like you've seen for yourself." Jane laughed carelessly. "So far I'm thinking Amethyst and Faith are definite candidates to approve." She pointed to a pair of girls that Elizabeth had thought were part of the squad already from how they'd performed, and then she picked out another pair. Elizabeth's blood ran cold at the sudden reminder that the succubus was right here watching her make a fool of herself this entire time, and she missed what Jane said about that pair.
It was astonishing that she hadn't seen Jacob watching the walking nightmare... she was almost perfectly his type from what Elizabeth could see. She shivered as fear enhanced her arousal to the point that she pushed over the brink at last. To cover both her fear and what had occurred in her core, Elizabeth chose to bluff as hard as she could. "Tell me more about the Heather girl." She demanded, the barest hint of a tremble in her voice. The side eye she gets from her friend tells her that Jane had caught it even though it goes unremarked on.
"Actually, she did mention that she wanted to talk to you." Jane said instead. "She wanted it to be only the girls when we talked though... Jacob, you won't mind giving us a few minutes alone right?"
Elizabeth yelped as though scalded, reaching across Jane to grab hold of Jacob before he could leave. "Don't go Jacob, please, please, please don't go!" She begged, memories of terror filling her. ANY boy was far better than the succubus, and Jacob was the best shield she'd ever enjoyed. She could NOT let him abandon her to the mercies of Heather's
games. Especially not isolated with someone who was echoing the invitation she'd had ingrained into her nightmares. She really, really wanted to believe her friend had just been tricked... but her very respect for Jane's near omniscience made it impossible to see the choice of wording as coincidence and even harder to buy that Jane didn't know what effect those words would have on her. She had instantly been transported back to Middle School in her mind, with Sophia's face ghosting over Jane's.
"It'll only be for a few minutes Liz. I have a phone call I need to make anyways." Jacob said, trying to pry her grip loose. She tightened her grip further, headless of her strength in her terror. His face started to pale and tighten in agony as she begged again for him not to leave, completely uncaring how clingy it would make her look.
"Liz, I get that you want to spend as much time as possible with him, but it's not the end of the world that he goes off for just a minute." Jane broke in, grabbing her wrist and trying to help Jacob pry loose her grip. Elizabeth tightened her grip further to keep the other Pred from peeling her only protection out of her grasp. This time Jane's voice carried the snap of clear authority. "LIZ! You're
hurting him! Stop freaking out before you break his wrist!"
>Elizabeth deals 39 damage to Jacob, which is reduced by 1 due to Jacob's Resistance.<
>Jacob has lost over 1/5th of his hp, with the damage concentrated in a single spot. Bones are definitely broken.<
Between them they'd managed to momentarily dislodge one of her hands, but as they focused on the remaining hand Elizabeth renewed her first hold. Except now she was using
all her strength, expecting to be fighting against both Jacob's efforts to dislodge her and Jane's far more significant power. She felt bones snapping under her fingers and Jacob howled in sharp, sudden agony. "
LIZ!?" Jane screeched, a sound she never expected to hear from the cheerleader. The angle of Jacob's arm was bent enough for it to be obvious what had happened, and the combination of her fury at herself and the terror still coursing through her veins made Elizabeth lash out as she finally released her man.
>Elizabeth deals 45 damage to Jane, which is reduced by 5 due to Jane's Resistance. Elizabeth's Exhaustion is increased by 1.<
>Jane has lost over 1/5th of her hp. Liz, what the actual fuck!?<
"Do NOT call me THAT!" The Queen screamed as she decked her best friend full in the face. Even Jane was flattened instantly under the impact of the Queen's fury. In the back of Elizabeth's mind, a voice told her that she needed to stop. That she was dancing to the tune of the succubus by lashing out. Somehow, someway... this was going to have been exactly what Heather wanted. As Jane pulled herself back up from getting laid out across the bleachers, Elizabeth grabbed her by the throat. She growled in her fury, determining that she was going to to face her trauma head on. Without the girl she thought was her friend. "
Never call me Liz again. Do you understand!? NEVER!"
Jane's eyes were wide and startled as she met the Queen's wrathful gaze. They'd never really done a staring contest before, but whatever she saw in Elizabeth's eyes made her react the way everyone at school did. She was buckling under the royal WILL. Far slower then most, but she was still caving to the sheer PRESSURE of the Queen's gaze. It wasn't going to be simple to break Jane. Elizabeth had experienced a few people who could at least match her eyes the entire time. They were always the strongest personalities. Elizabeth ended up eating them or they graduated as one of Elizabeth's best friends of the year. No middle ground.
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<Half hour. There's always something in the way.>
"Drop her Lizzie." Heather found herself commanding with calm and control. She'd known that it would traumatize her victim to use Jane as an isolating proxy, but the extent of the reaction had far exceeded her expectations. It was immensely reassuring to Heather, as the greater the reaction caused by a simple probe the deeper the trauma beneath the surface sprawled. As Heather knew first hand. If this was how badly her victim was carrying her scars, then Heather had complete control.
Not even the look in Lizzie's eyes as she turned her gaze from Jane made any impression on Heather. Glaring at someone was easy, even if it was a skill that her personal toy appeared to have put a lot of effort into perfecting. Backing it up was another matter. Jane broke the silence between her and Lizzie, wheezing out words through the stranglehold that the short girl had her in. "You...
tricked me!" The cheerleader said with unlimited venom lacing the words.
"It's a little late to be realizing that now." Heather admits candidly. "You can still try being my underling instead you know. I always take care of my own. Partner though? I would expect someone worthy of that title to be able to take care of herself." The look in Lizzie's eyes shakes, her resolve crumbling as she looks from Jane, who obviously protested with everything she could, to Heather. She continues walking forward, calmly controlling each person involved. Thankfully Jacob had removed himself far enough, escaping through the bleachers when Lizzie had punched Jane. Compared to how risky things had been with Jane less than half an hour ago this was nothing. "I thought I told you to drop her Lizzie?" She asks the question calmly, making no threats and offering no reason that it should be obeyed now when her victim had already proven Heather couldn't punish her disobedience.
A solid thud follows the inevitable collapse of Lizzie's will to resist, depositing Jane on the ground. "That's a good girl." Heather purrs, now within arm's reach of Lizzie herself. "We're going to have to play a penalty game for trying to get out of our chat before we're done, but why don't we start with why I called you out today?" She kept walking forward the whole time, and Lizzie started backing away before they touched, climbing backwards up the bleachers.
"S-stop right there" Lizzie stammered, still retreating. She was on the second to the top row of the bleachers and towards the middle. With only them on the structure it would easily hold even under Lizzie's weight, though if she tested the edges they might crumble outward and it was clear to Heather that her toy was aware of that. Behind Heather Jane was staring, stunned by the simplicity with which the Queen was being manhandled. That was the direction of danger, not in front of Heather.
"What, you don't want to let me see if you've kept your hair properly conditioned for me?" Heather smirked, taking another step forward. One of the most basic principals of control was to act in ways that kept everyone else off balance. If she hadn't set this up so carefully, Lizzie would still have plenty of emotional strength to resist with. She stopped there though, in line with another most basic principal. NEVER push too far too fast. "Fine, be a spoilsport. You'll like the game I have in mind for today. Do you know what choices you have before you right now?" When Lizzie shook her head, Heather whispered her answer. "You can pick between having me join the girls and all the memories we created together will be plastered across Pred High, or you can apologize for eating them and promise to be a good girl from now on. If you do, I'll forgive you and let you off with just that this time. I know it's dreadfully hard to control yourself when you Awaken after all."
There was a fierce struggle on Lizzie's face, the weakling that Heather was used to struggling against the persona of a Queen that she'd adopted. Heather expected this wouldn't be an easy choice for her victim to make, as getting rid of Heather had to be a tempting prospect even with such a steep penalty attached. That's why the alternative was, in essence, an acknowledgment that nothing had changed in the status quo. Heather was still the boss with all the power and Lizzie was still her personal toy. Heather wouldn't hold any grudges and Lizzie wouldn't use her personal prowess to rebel. While Lizzie was still waffling, Heather could hear the sound of someone much more determined coming up behind her. She spoke without taking her eyes off Lizzie. "Holden, stand down and wait. I'll tell you the address once I'm done with Lizzie here. A deal IS a deal, and if the goods aren't genuine I'll pay whatever price you want. But in the meantime... you've already paid a lot more than you intended on. Do you want to lose the only payout on offer for your investment? Do you really want to walk away from this encounter empty handed, this close to what you want most?"
She could
hear Jane grinding her teeth at the order. It was the last order to fulfill their deal, and Heather had made sure to burn Jane's refusal rights before the cheerleader went to talk to Elizabeth. If Jane didn't stop, she lost her only thread to her father on top of antagonizing the most powerful Pred her age. Even with how volatile and wild Jane was, even with her wide rebellious streak, even being the epitome of an uncontrollable element... there was no way Jane would cross the line after coming this far. She was too smart to throw the baby out with the bathwater, especially when she had this much skin in the game. Heather kept her gaze locked on Lizzie's eyes even as she heard the cheerleader start cursing under her breath, but she stopped moving. From the sound, Jane was probably 2 rows back... not a comfortable distance, but enough that Heather still retained her control.
"I-I" Lizzie started to stammer, then stopped and swallowed. "I'm so-sor-sorry." She forced out, the words obviously paining her. It wasn't acceptable yet. Heather needed her total awareness of her surrender for a real victory, and then time for it to cement. Her mind started working through options for the penalty game as she demanded Lizzie speak up and explain exactly what she was sorry for.
>66 Consume<
That was when Jane had hit her final limit. "Oh fuck it. I can drag it out of Arya much easier than THIS!" Before Heather could turn around to regain control of Jane she was grabbed by the neck. "You're this scared of her Liz? You're blasting me just because you think I'm with her!? Open the hell up and I'll
show you I'm not on her side! I'll ram this whore down your throat myself!" When Elizabeth hesitated, Jane roared furiously. "I said OPEN UP
LIZZIE!!!"
>100 Consume<
In that moment Heather's perfect training, the utter control and brutal discipline she'd enforced for so long betrayed her. The only person Heather allowed to use that name was herself, and she'd embedded the name with the full weight of her authority. She'd shown Lizzie what happened to the other girls when they dared use
her name for her toy, and ingrained on the deepest level that the only acceptable response to an order given alongside that name was total and immediate obedience. Moments after the horrified yelp, the unstoppable Queen's maw extended to full size, and Heather's world turned dark as she was brutally shoved forward by Jane's enraged hands. Almost in the same breath, Heather felt the world tilting as Elizabeth's balance was shoved far off center by the combined weight of Jane and Heather along with the cheerleader's aggression. For a moment it seemed like something might have caught her, but then Heather felt Jane's arms entering Lizzie's throat alongside her own chest and there was a sense of weightlessness for a moment. Then she was sucked into the depths of her victim along with the girl she'd tricked when the Queen landed flat on her back and the full power of her reflexes took control of her swallowing.
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The instant he'd gotten clear Jacob had called Hope, determined to stay near and on hand until he was absolutely sure he couldn't help anymore.
What had gotten into Liz was utterly beyond him, but his entire experience beside her had deeply convinced him that all of them were still seriously underestimating how unhinged and dangerous Liz really was. "Come on, come on, pick up." Jacob growled, hearing someone talking Liz down. He couldn't see very well who it was, and the pain of his broken arm was demanding rather a lot of his attention. He was trying to set the bones himself so that a trip to the nurse's office and then probably to a proper hospital could wait until AFTER everything got settled.
"This better be good if you're leaving her unattended and calling me in the middle of class." Hope remarked as she picked up.
'As if I would call you for something short of an emergency. I'm not some helpless little kid!' Jacob thought, pain and fury at her attitude mingling.
"How about Liz broke my arm for starters, and then we can move to the other insane ways she's been acting?" Jacob hissed through his teeth.
"She WHAT!? Explain everything that happened around that. She should never have been able to make herself hurt you like that." Hope demands, and Jacob can hear her rapidly walking the hallways. Doubtless she'd soon be here in person to make her own assessments and talk face to face instead of relying entirely on his description and tone.
"Jane gave me an opening to take a few minutes away and she latched onto me." Jacob groaned. "She was begging me not to go like she thought her life depended on it, and it took both me AND Jane to force her to let go at all. Then she took a new hold, and I'm guessing she was using the sort of strength that she'd already been applying against our combined efforts to pry her off me and without Jane's strength holding it back... SNAP."
"Wait... Jane not only told you to walk away for a bit, giving you a perfect opportunity to scheme against her with new information, but she physically helped try to stop the Lizard from restraining you!?" Hope stopped dead in her tracks. "Jacob... where is Heather right now?"
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> So... Heather and Jane are in the Queen's gut together. They've got TONS of reason
not to work together right now as they have royally screwed each other over in some of the worst ways they could in the last 5 minutes. But now their lives depend on each other if there's even going to be a JOKE of a chance of them surviving. What does Heather do?
[Keep her wits about her. Jane's still the bigger threat, try to force Jane to work with her.]
[Suggest putting aside their differences until they finish SURVIVING, then calmly Struggle.]
[Tightly reign in her panic, Thrash against the stomach walls and ignore teamwork.]
[Completely lose her mind. Frenzy bomb her stamina in a doomed effort against the Queen's mighty gut.]
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> Having a better picture of her own strength and exactly how mighty the Queen is... Jane figures that Liz can churn them both without ever actively attacking... even if they work together. (She's right, I checked. Took 22 turns and the Queen had 24 hp left, but that simulation had Jane at full hp whereas she's already lost over 1/5th.) Jane also knows that her friend is among the people incapable of regurgitating prey at will, meaning that if she's going to survive she WILL have to somehow beat her way out. What does Jane do?
[Give up. There's not even the beginning point of a way out. It's OVER.]
[Run her contacts. Surely somebody will join her and Heather and if the damage is split enough ways then JANE will survive even if all the other weaklings become food.]
[Apply every scrap of skill and knowledge at her disposal. If she can figure out a plan of attack and Heather's stronger than Jane thinks... a miracle might happen.]
[Be aggressive, but not wasteful of her strength. Force Heather to work with her by any means necessary and put the full measure of her POWER into burning up the Queen's Resistance and leaving a mark.]
[Vent all her rage and frustration with the full recognition that it's useless.]
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> Obviously the first thing Jacob does on learning that Hazel's sister is in Liz's belly is try to make her throw them up. As already mentioned in Jane's actions... the Queen isn't capable of doing that voluntarily. What does he do to keep the Queen from being aggressive with her prey and buy time for Hope to get Hazel and any other help to get Heather (and Jane I guess) out of Liz's stomach
alive? (You can assume that Hope and Jacob have some time to plan this together if it changes your vote. They are on the phone right now and there's time for Jacob to hit some cliffnotes of weird ways Liz has acted from this section and last section while the Queen is dazed from the fall. Also, as reminder, you do not need to include what is written in parenthesis for your vote... it's extra information not a fundamental part of the option.)
[Beg for Liz to have mercy on them.]
[Give Elizabeth a blank check promise if both survive.]
[Allow his anger to show, telling Liz that there will be consequences if his cousin dies.] (No physicality in demonstrating his wrath, no clarity what the consequence will be.)
[Allow his anger to show, telling Liz that there will be consequences if HEATHER dies.] (No physicality in demonstrating his wrath, no clarity what the consequence will be.)
[Slaps the Queen across the face, ordering her to do NOTHING that would hurt them while he cleans up the MESS that she made.]
[Directly threatens to break up with her if Jane dies.] (Physical demonstration of fury that Liz ATE Jane in the first place, such as slapping her face, is allowed in this option.)
[Directly threatens to break up with her if HEATHER dies.](Physical demonstration of fury that Liz ATE Heather in the first place, such as slapping her face, is allowed in this option.)
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> How does Hope reach Hazel given she's in the middle of class right now and her phone is out of commission? She's able to confirm through Jacob that the Queen is certain she can actually swallow Hazel's vast gut if she's not resisting, and Hazel's size is the ONLY chance they have at OVERSTUFFING the Queen. Hazel's also one of the only people that the Queen would swallow that is WILLING to risk her life to save one part of the dead girls in the belly of royalty. But as much as she needs to let Hazel know what's happened, Hope
needs to make it on scene herself as well and help Jacob run interference and buy time. How does she accomplish both informing Hazel and getting to the field as fast as possible? (You do not need to include what is written in parenthesis for your vote... it's extra information not a fundamental part of the option.)
[Races the hallways towards Hazel's classroom herself.] (remember, Hope has Level ZERO strength. She's not going to arrive quick and she's not around the corner from that room. She'll probably have run her Exhaustion totally out by the time she gets there, keeping her from running the whole way to the field after.)
[She knows Jacob normally shares the class Hazel's currently in. Algebra. She gets the name of someone to try calling.] (25% chance of instant success, 75% chance of failure, forcing her to run the hallways to get Hazel herself... after running the wrong way while she tried it.)
[She sends a group message out to her fan club, promising a reward to whoever finds Hazel and tells her the news first.] (5% chance of instant success, 30% chance of rapid success, 50% chance of success about the time Hope would have got there by running herself... 15% chance of total failure and Hope won't know it completely failed until there's not exactly time to try again.)
[Direct call a significantly more athletic individual she knows and have them run the message.] (Could be Arya, the jock George, Brandon, Brooke, Vivianne... one person that she knows with absolute certainty will answer and will move for her. 50% chance of rapid success, 10% chance of success at the time Hope would have arrived and 40% chance it takes longer then doing it herself – the person she called was enough farther away that the difference in distance is bigger than the difference in speed.)
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Hope everyone enjoyed the section. Leave some comments and VOTE VOTE VOTE if you love the story! We've got ourselves a real problem on our hands now, but you know what happens when you play with fire, right everyone? Sooner or later you get burned. Let me know what part you thought was strongest and if you felt like any part felt rushed or glossed over when it could have been better developed without tanking the pacing. There was a lot happening in this section and the gears were going all sorts of different directions on me, so forcing it to all work together wasn't easy. Especially since I've been out sick for a while. I meant to have this section done by this time yesterday...
Let's try and make the best of the time I've got off work for the weekend and for being sick. Let's try and get all the voting in the next 48 hours from the time of posting and I'll try to churn the next one out before my weekend is over! I'll be online to answer any questions you've got, so don't be shy if you want to know details about any part of the options we're now working through! It's been a while since we actually had a vore scene after all, and this is liable to be a doozy. Unless we're giving up on saving Heather if it means Jane's also dead??? Somehow I doubt any of you are okay with that option though. It IS on the table if that's the way you guys want to play it though, and I've included both some fairly obvious, and some not so obvious, ineffective options if you want to head that way. Guess we'll see how voting goes over the next 48 hours!
