Continue with Rhiain's escape

Once already tonight, Samantha had overruled Rhiain's instincts and that resulted in her current predicament. She was not going to make the same mistake twice.

As soon as Samantha makes the decision she moves with a speed and precision that once again impresses her with her new skills. The worst part of slithering into the crawl space was squeezing her oversized breasts past through the narrow opening. Samantha had just long enough to wonder if they had breast reduction procedures in this future world, when she became aware of the tingling caused by the rough edge of the hatchway scraping her sensitive tits as she worked them through the narrow aperture one at a time. By the time she is completely inside the crawlspace both her nipples are as hard as pebbles and her breasts throb with both pain and desire.

She quickly gets a hold of herself and rearranges the panel, tightening the nuts from inside as best she can. As she pulls herself forward through the dust and cobwebs she hears loud voices coming from the room she had just left. Taking advantage of the extra noise Samantha scrambles forward even faster, no longer worried about being overheard. She reaches a vertical shaft and climbs down about a dozen feet before finding a new crawlspace one floor below where she had been.

Her arms are only now beginning to get tired, but the constant friction of the rough floor rubbing against her breasts is becoming a distraction. She finds a tiny sliver of light indicating another panel and silently works the cover open just enough to peek through. She appears to be in a patient's bathroom. The lights are dim, but she can see a bed and small table through the open door of the bathroom. Good enough she decides and carefully removes the panel completely. The opening is identical in size to the one she crawled through earlier but it seems to take even longer to pull out than it did to climb in. Once again she has to work her sensitive breasts through one at a time and they are aching painfully by the time she climbs to her feet. She closes the panel behind her silently thanking Mr. Abrams for providing her with the multi-tool that made her escape possible.

Samantha gets a bit of a shock when she sees the patient in the adjoining room, but realizes almost immediately that whoever it is must be either asleep or held in place with whatever restraining device it was that had been used with her. She is pleased however to discover a plate of food sitting nearly uneaten by the patient?s bed. The bowl of cold soup and fishy sandwich were as bad tasting as any of the hospital food she remembers from Bridgeport, but she hasn?t eaten in who knows how long and the food goes down well. Unlike the room she had been in upstairs, this one has fewer medical diagnostics and looks more like a long care room. Hanging from the patient?s bed is a cap emblazoned with the logo of a sports team called the Knights, other than that there doesn?t seem to be much in this room worth taking.

Samantha takes the time to tidy-up before leaving the room. She finds a comb in the bathroom and uses it to clean the cobwebs out of her hair and lashes, the dusts off her shirt and trousers surprised to see that despite crawling along the unfinished floors of the building's innards that they had no rips or worn spots. The fabric must be a lot tougher than it looks. Before leaving the room she does take the patient's hat, rolling her thick long hair into a bun and pulling the cap over it to keep it off her back. The brim of the cap should conceal her face from any of the ceiling mounted cameras, and concealing her hair changes her appearance a little as well.

She is able to slip into the hallway without disturbing the sleeping young man, and follows the exit signs down the hallway. At the elevator Rhiain again has to take over. ?The call button only responds to authorized ID chips.? Pops into her head as she watches her hands open the plate under the call button and twist together two of the many different wires resulting in a familiar sounding ?ding?. Some things never change Samantha realizes with a smile as she waits for the elevator to arrive.