Four Walls

"So, are you going to just... stand here and... meditate or something? Or are you going to... to... do something-bah! Kuso!" Reta growled, gripping her arm hard. Her palms were starting to show signs of blistering as she leaned her forehead onto the barred window against her cell door. Pressing her fingertip onto the wooden surface, she began scratching at its rough texture until it began to splinter. "You know, with those claws of yours you can easily scratch your way out through here. Not like you're interested, you seem rather comfortable on the hard floor. Bakayarou."

"Hmph, I'm not nearly as complacent as I may look. I told you I've escaped before several times, he doesn't care for me much heck he probably sees it as a fun sport." Zimi grimaced, looking down at her trimmed claws before putting them away. "He's sick."

"He's a moron, a religious nutcase who loves the sound of his voice and nothing else. Probably a virgin too, I bet. Maybe that's it, he gets off on keeping all the Monster Girls to himself." Reta snickered, staring outside with an amused look before sliding down the wall. "Ahh, four walls we meet again! Now how to get out, I wonder."

"Hmm, subject seems agitated and impatient. Possible lunacy? She appears to be inspecting the walls of her imprisonment rather briefly, no signs of any findings, though she remains hopeful. Subject now seems to have focused on her attention towards me, further analysis needed for a proper study."

"I'm not looking at you, I'm staring at your tits," Reta said with a wink in her eye. "They have a rather nice pink tone to them. Probably feel great to play with."

The Nekomata was less than amused, refusing to cover her chest and simply lifting her chin in disapproval. "Look all you want but I'm taken, sukebe."

"Ahh, so you can speak my tongue! I thought you were just trying to impress, and I must say it's working." Reta smirked when she heard those familiar gears turning beyond the door. A smile crept on her face as she leaned forward, crawling on her arms and knees towards her cellmate. "You know it is awful cold in here, sure could use some warmth."

Zimi's eyes blinked as she leaned back. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just saying if we're going to be best friends we may as well get well acquainted with one another. I'm cold, I need someone to snuggle with, someone to touch, someone to whisper sweet little lies in my ears and convince me that it will all be fine once the morning sun arrives."

Zimi stood her ground, being sat with her legs crossed against the back wall however left no room for her to retreat regardless. As the intruding woman crept closer, the Nekomata's eyes grew wider and her fur began to feel tense.

"You know I don't want to hurt you so I suggest you quit playing games and back off."

"Oh? You'd want to hurt me? Well what if I like a little pain, a bit of rough housing excites me! Come on, whip out those claws, bear your fangs and bite me. Do it." Reta giggled, her lewd eyes staring hungrily to her soon-to-be prey.

Zimi revealed her trimmed claws, choosing not to raise her paws as Reta now placed a hand on her thigh and scooted forward. "I must warn you, I bite hard when pushed and I refuse to play these games."

"That's too bad, because life is one big game and I'm here to win." Reta sneered, gripping the Nekomata by her arms. What followed was a heavy grunt followed by a rush of loud groans and screams, a flurry of movement accompanying this from beyond the cell door. As the gears continued to turn, a lone guard tilted his head as he passed their floor before tugging at the chain, halting the wheel. Stepping through, he called out for the two to stop but to no avail.

"Hey, keep it down! I said quiet!" He leaned back as one of the girls shouted in pain. "What the heck-I said stop that!"

Rushing to remove the latch, he pushed the door open and was met with a pair of tails wrapping around his helmet, dragging him in before he began to grunt and whine. One large thud followed by an oomph, and Zimi casually stepped through the door, extending her arms with several scratches on her body.

"Not bad, but next time due let me in on the plan."

A hand gripped the doorframe as Reta pulled herself through, her hair a mess and her figure covered in bruises and scratches far more than her cellmate.

"Trust me, it's more convincing this way-" She coughed, clenching her sore stomach. "God, that feels good."

"You're sick."

"And you're hot." Reta chuckled, wincing in pain as she caught a glimpse of Zimi's cute ass jiggling with each step she took. Zimi spun her head back and frowned.

"If you could quit eye fucking me, we have a family to rescue."

"Pfft, bossy. Just hitting all the check marks." Reta smiled, wincing in pain as she stepped into the wheel with her. "Okay, how's this thing work?"

"You pull the right chain and it will move you upwards or downwards, though I do not recall which goes which." She muttered, analyzing the four chains protruding through the center of the wheel and extending too far up for her to see, despite the night vision. Reta rolled her eyes and gripped the first chain closest to her, yanking it down. Within seconds, the gears had started and they began to move up.

"Ta-da! No need for being a nerd when you can take a chance instead." Reta sat down, rubbing her wounds with Zimi kneeling down.

"Don't get too comfortable, we still haven't escaped yet. If memory serves me right, she was not in Rings three or four, or obvious five. Ring two is where the exit lies, Ring six I've no clue about. Chances of escape may be nonexistent."

"Then why take the chance and not just get out yourself?"

"Because my little girl is worth every chance." Zimi answered in a factual tone. Reta shrugged, hugging herself and groaning in sync with the gears pulling them upwards as their movement began to slow down. Looking up, Zimi had offered her paw to her which Reta ignored, pushing herself on her feet alone and brushing her arms.

"Brace yourself, we're not through yet." Zimi stated, looking onward as they reached their destination.