Kara Has A Plan

Kara was yanked to her feet. The spreader bar had been removed but after Isabel’s ****, she had no strength left to fight. The ****-machine sat ominously in the corner, the dildo attachment was already primed. Kara writhed and tried to pull away, but Isabel just laughed, dragging her onwards.

“I’m going to destroy you,” she promised. “I’m going to **** you. I’m going to turn you into the very worst thing that I can and you’re going to thank me for it in the end!”

“Isabel!” Kara cried out, struggling with all of the strength she had left. “Please don’t! I-I’m sorry!”

“Too late! Too slow! I’ll enjoy seeing everything you were fade from your eyes!”

Kara whimpered, she was **** onto the dildo; she felt its girth pressing her labia part. It filled her up. Next, Isabel freed her arms from their bindings. But only for a few seconds. A moment later, she felt the cuffs of the machine close around them with a click. Dragging them behind her back. Her breasts were exposed to the electricity again, the crackling, stinging touch brought tears to her eyes.

The dildo began to expand and contract. Her punished clit ached, and the arousal of her utter helplessness trickled down her thighs. She moaned, wailing in despair and defeat as Isabel turned to find the goggles that would begin her reprogramming.

And that was when she moved.

Kara twisted, and the bindings that closed around her arms sprang undone, Isabel did not even have a chance to recognize the danger as Kara rose from the ****-machine. Her hand closed around one of its many extensions, drawing a long, thin rod that crackled with electricity.

Isabel spun in response to the sound, she growled a curse, but Kara brought the electrified goad sweeping around, taking her in the side. Instantly, a coursing current seared through her veins. She cried out, shock and pain mixing across her face as her legs gave way she collapsed, convulsing on the ground.

Kara stood over her, ragged breaths filled her chest. Her body was weak, and she staggered, having to catch herself against the nearest wall. The taser goad fell from her limp hands, and she gazed down at her former friend.

“You made a mistake,” Kara whispered. “You always do. You overlook something simple. You even noticed it before! You noticed that I’d started to do some work to the ****-machine. Didn’t you think that the very first thing I would have done was make it so I couldn’t be trapped there again? It should have been obvious!”

Isabel was still shaking, thrashing on the ground as her muscles spasmed. She gazed up at Kara with absolute loathing in her eyes.

“You tricked me! You wanted to go in the machine!”

“I knew that even if I got loose, I wouldn’t be able to take you as I was,” Kara said. “I needed surprise, and the weapon I stashed away just in case something like this happened. I figured that if you ever caught me again you wouldn’t be able to resist fucking with my head. So I knew no matter where I was taken, the machine would go too. All I had to do was convince you to put me in it and keep you distracted enough so that you didn’t realise what I’d done to it.”

Isabel snarled, the convulsions shaking her body were growing weaker now. Soon, they’d be gone totally. Kara knew that she still didn’t stand a chance against her in a fair fight. She could hardly even stay on her feet! She needed a way to keep her from causing more trouble.

kill her, whispered a voice in her head. She’s caused so much trouble already. Why are you even giving her the chance? She never did the same for her victims. Find a gun - she definitely has some here - and put a bullet in her brain for all the innocent lives she destroyed.

Kara could not deny there was a logic to that. Ending Isabel would end her threat. Not just to Kara, but also to everyone else. She was rogue, she was mad, she was beyond all control. If Kara just left her, she knew damn well she’d cause trouble again. Killing her would end it. It would be better for everyone.

Maybe even better for Isabel too.

And yet, at the same time….

She remembered a gentle girl. Shaking and nervous, exploring her body for the first time. She remembered their first kiss, she remembered how Isabel had responded. Holding her tighter than she’d ever held anyone else.

She remembered how they had worked together. Sharing their dreams, their desires, even their darkest fears. Isabel had been talented, a machinist with a bright future.

She remembered how proud she’d been to show off her creations. Strutting and beaming as she introduced the very basic prototype that would one day be Pump.

Where had that girl gone? Was any of her left in the twisted, angry woman glaring up at her? And if there was, if there was even a trace of that girl, could Kara bring herself to end it?

And the answer to that was no. Despite the pain, the mockery, the humiliation and the **** she had dealt, Kara could not bring herself to end the woman who had been her lover and her friend.

It wasn’t right. It wasn’t just. For all the pain she’d caused, for the people she had killed, Isabel surely deserved to die. Yet every time she felt herself settle on that conclusion, she would remember something else. The shy, beaming girl she’d been before. She’d remember how she had cried, wailing like a banshee after her brother’s ****. She remembered how she had sobbed into Kara’s arms, **** to turn to one person who understood.

After all, they both knew she was getting no understanding from her family.

Kara knew it was right that Isabel die. She knew such an ending would be justice.

But she could not be the one to deliver it.

Which meant that she had to figure out some other way to lock her down while she found her way to Richard.

Slowly, Kara’s eyes fell to the ****-maker. She felt the glimmering of an idea.