Kimmy could hear the sound of her own whimpering as that door slammed shut in front of her. There was just a little slat, like a semi window that was deeply frosted so barely let any of that bright summery light in. It was just there as a teaser. A teaser as to what was on the other side of that. She had to get up on her tippy toes, right up to the door so that she could at least try to see out of the window. But she couldn't. And the harder she tried the less she could see. The harder she tried, the more her hopes of getting out of that place seemed to recede and fade back. What was she thinking of? What was she thinking about? The chance that she might be let out? That she might be allowed to go? What was she thinking of? A sign of how fucked up her mind had become. A sign of how much more maybe that it was left to melt. She pressed up against the window - and the cold metal of the door made her suck in air as she pressed her huge tits into it. She pressed into the door like as though it might open if she gave it a few sexual favours. As though if she pressed and rubbed herself up against that door, that would be sexual enough. Another sign of how her mind was fucked up. She did writhe against the door and she did rub her tits round and round. Pathetic bitch! But there was no click of the lock opening. Or the door swinging open. Just Kimmy like some weird hooker type selling her wears to an inanimate door. Maybe a mark of how much she had come down in the world.

"Fuck, f-fuck, fuck what have I done? What the fuck have I done?"

It was as though she knew that by the door slamming she had done something wrong - and that now she was in trouble. It was a feeling that she had. A deeply disturbing feeling - an awful feeling really. It just made her press up against the door more. It just made her seem to press and cling to the door. She even pressed her pelvis forward to contact her pubis with the mental of the door in some long gone by hope that it might open after all with the help of her saturated sexuality. Then she heard her whimpering. Whimpering and her cursing herself.

But that was all she heard before the giant hand came around in front of her and clamped itself to her face. Her eyes bulged and they bulged wide. The hand dented her face as it clamped. It dented it a lot. It was gripping her face hard and the fingers, all long and bony were digging deep. And then she was picked up off her feet. As easily as you like. Just picked right up off her feet. Her legs scissoring and waving around as she tried to find solid ground with her tippy toes. She couldn't. And the amount of space between her feet and the ground, told that whoever, or whatever was picking her up was rather large. Very large in fact. At first it was just that hand in view. Then then the whole arm. A huge arm, sliding out of one of the doors to Kimmy's right. Like an arm that had a life of its own. A huge biceped arm. A powerful arm. A hairy arm. And that hand. A huge hand which was a little deceiving in that the fingers looked quite long and bony. But that hand was so big - it was so very big that it was deceptive. It was deceptive. It was a deceptively big hand, the fingers of which could just attach themselves and then wrap around her face like a real living gag.

One had to take a second look to see the other. The other hand that had come out and gripped first her ass. Those lethal looking fingers digging deep into her flesh - helping support the weight so that she was not simply supported by that hand around her mouth and face. But that hand and arm then creeping around her waist. Just the slightest glimpse of a big hairy body - naked. Just flesh through almost jet black, long wiry hair. And then gone again. Keeping Kimmy off her feet. Just holding her there. As though whoever, or whatever this thing was, was enjoying the sight of her long legs, stretching and scissoring looking for that footing that her feet would never find. Then there was a sound of air whooshing out of Kimmy - just a single whoosh and then her body seemed to blur and bend with the speed that she was pulled and recoiled into that room. It was as though she was being pulled through the tiniest crack of a part open door. Still off her feet, flying through the air held and supported by those two hands. Squeezing through the gap in that door. That disappearance through the crack coinciding with that whoosh of air and then she was gone. A loud bang and the door that she had been pulled through was closed - shut tight. Kimmy just gone. Helen and Dr Stefi watched the screen - and looked at each other. Then it was Helen who spoke,

"Let's give FurBall half an hour with it and we'll go rescue it so we can tell it that for its escape attempt it is going to be suffering some more torment."

Dr Stefi didn't say anything she just nodded in agreement and she sat back and recrossed her long long legs. The sound of nylon rasping nylon seemed to fill that monitor room. Stefi had a smile on her face then. Not a huge smile. Just a wry one. She knew what, or who was in that room with Kimmy. Poor poor Kimmy.