Jim in Hell: Friend or Foe?

Unending BE - episode 631141

Small fists still clenched tightly, Jim took a deep breath and turned away from the girl who'd done this to him. He wanted payback, but not enough to go through that damned doorway again.

"Smart move," she called after him. "You may just last a while after all, newbie."

Ignoring her, Jim continued down the hallway, trying to get a handle on his surroundings. This hallway was very different than the damp cave he'd been in before. For one thing, the floor wasn't solid, but a mesh of metal suspending him above a seemingly bottomless chasm. Likewise, there was no ceiling, just two sharp cliffs extending upward as far as Jim could see. It was also a great deal warmer, and Jim realized with relief that he was drying off rather quickly. The walls were stone again, but rather than the slimy, dark slickness he'd encountered before, these walls were reddish brown and scarred with deep pockmarks.

Jim gulped involuntarily as he realized how much this hallway resembled some kind of demonic grill. Again, the walls were regularly punctuated by escape doors, of which Jim deliberately stayed well clear.

He'd wandered maybe a hundred yards down the corridor when he came across a small group of women in various states of undress. Slowing down, Jim approached the group warily, realizing that they were involved in some kind of argument. Jim paused, silently, trying to size up the strangers and the threat they might pose.

There were four of them, Each with a different hair color. The Redhead, apparently the leader, was the most like Jim in appearance. While also slender and athletic, she was a little bustier than Jim, with breasts around a C cup. She was also the only member of the group fully clothed, dressed, much like Jim, in a T-Shirt and jeans, both a few sized too large.

She seemed to be in a heated debate with the blonde girl, who stood a good six inches shorter than the redhead. The blonde girl was very, very, blond, with golden curls draped all the way down her back and then along the floor behind her for several feet. Her bosom was also even larger, perhaps a D cup, and was quite visible through the tattered remains of the T-shirt she had tied awkwardly around her impressive bosom.

The subject of their argument seemed to be the black-haired Asian girl sitting on the floor nearby. She was completely nude, save for a pair of shackles, collar, gag, metal anklets and the chains connecting these pieces. Her bosom was the most impressive of the lot, a DD or E cup, hanging freely off her naked chest.

"She's just going to slow us down!" said the redhead, "If we try to bring her along we'll all end up like that or worse!"

"You didn't mind dragging Charles around all this way," responded the blonde, "Which, in case you've forgotten, is why I had to go through that third door back in the silver hallway!"

She was referring to the fourth member of their group, a mousy-brown haired girl with pigtails wearing only an extremely over-sized "Marines" T-Shirt that reached to her ankles who didn't look older than eight.

"Charles served with me for two years!" said the redhead, "And his small size could be an asset, did you think of that? Eric's useless," he said, indicating the busty, chained Asian, "he can hardly move! We have to leave him."

It was at this point that the group seemed to notice Jim's presence, and immediately fell silent.

The redhead looked Jim's athletic figure up and down appreciatively.

"Who are you? You with a group?" she asked.

"My name's Jim," said Jim, "And no-- I'm alone now."

The Redhead nodded knowingly, throwing a pointed glance at the blonde.

"Sometimes you just can't save everyone," she said. "My name's Theodore, By the way."

"I'm Peter," added the blonde.

"Look, if you want to stick with us," offered Theodore the redhead,"It looks like a spot's just opened up."

"Nobody's spot is opening up!" said the blonde, "Because we're not leaving Eric behind. But you really should join us. It's a lot safer in a group, after all."

Jim stood silently for a moment while he pondered his options. On the one hand, Jim was still extremely unfamiliar with this place, and he'd probably be a lot safer with an experienced group. On the other, the distracting wiggling under his shirt whenever he moved was a constant (if slightly arousing) reminder of the treachery of his previous ally.

After a pause, Jim had reached a decision. He really had no choice but to:

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Mon Sep 22 23:18:32 2008

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