Silas sits in an interrogation room and waits. Even in a police city, the red tape's clock moves slow. They're probably all double- and triple-checking every single person in Agrestic for drug possession. Or vandalism...which is what he's in here for.
And yes, a car boot full of drugs as well. He was going to trade them...if only he could've stayed farther ahead of the law.
But then, of course, with Autarch Hodes now leader of this city, he'd be shocked if anyone stayed too far ahead. Devil bless the ones who manage to do so. They've no idea how lucky they are that the city's too busy for them. Silas prays their stupidity never commands them to wander into the midst of a police state-where everyone, and he does mean EVERYONE, is a drug-smuggling suspect.
Maybe an over-elaboration... But Silas doesn't think so. There's no way the system's listening to him. They always win...and for that, his allegiance will never be theirs.
Autarch Hodes herself attends to Silas. She's in pumps and a business suit. She's not quite up-to-standard. Nonetheless, she is the highest-ranking official, and human, in this city. And she's sworn a solemn oath-to herself and to her subjects-to eradicate the city's drug industry.
She leaves a mug of hot liquid in the middle of the table Silas sits at. The mug's black, and its side is inscribed with the phrase CITY'S BEST AUTARCH.
She doesn't sit while interrogating him. She takes off her coat. Beneath, she wears a thin button-up. Its top buttons are undone.
Silas asks if his folks are coming. He's still a minor.
Somehow, he perceives she knows that. Somehow...he has a hunch she's going to use that to his advantage. He likes what he imagines. OTOH...he'll have no control if that vision realizes itself.
She reminds him that he's been brought in for vandalism. When she first got elected, she put up signs everywhere prohibiting the importing of illegal substances.
Autarch Hodes puts her foot on the table before she continues. Silas can tell she's highlighting her bare leg.
And as far as she's concerned, Silas Guinard is the most wanted felon in the city. Not only has he been caught with a car boot full of the very import that happens to be Undesirable Number One in this city, but he's been caught-on security camera-defacing public property. And as far as she's concerned, it's only a matter of time before the city's collected enough to convict Silas for decades.
That's a nice leg. Silas tries to hide his erecting boner...but he's got a feeling she already smells it in his pants.
He reminds Autarch Hodes that she's already convicted her daughter for at least a decade-by exporting her to a reform school in another state. He reminds her that he still suspects that his sexual liaisons with her daughter, and her finding out about them, might actually be the real reason she exported her daughter in the first place.
Autarch Hodes sits on the table, and stretches her bare leg across it. Silas must confess that's a nice leg. He finds it hard to believe she isn't imitating Mrs. Robinson in the Graduate. OTOH...she did once flash her rack for him without giving him any warning...
She reminds Silas that while juvenile detention might not be half as intimidating as real prison, he's accumulated enough evidence for himself to not only get sent there after he comes of age, but stay there for longer than one can say "exoneration." Speaking of which, she doesn't believe the city has any plans to exonerate him.
Or commute his sentence. Or suspend his sentence. Or grant him parole... Basically, Silas Guinard's offenses are something she's obsessed with, and she's already made it rock solid that he's not getting out of here on a free pass.
The Autarch reaches across the table, and caresses his hair. She finds him attractive. He has a hunch. They're developing, but they're getting better...and the hot city commissioner can tell that EVERYTHING about Silas is developing...as most things about her are overdeveloped...
Hodes worries about what prison will do to Silas. She's not convinced that it's the best rehabilitation the city has for him.
She's sure she can do better. She KNOWS she can do better. The prisons don't care about him like she does. It's possible he might meet a prison guard who'll be to him like the whore he couldn't possibly have outside the walls...but she doesn't believe in whores as much as she does prison security.
But Silas is a special case. And Hodes can't afford to send him off to just ANY prison.
Silas appreciates the Autarch's accommodating efforts...a lot. But he has no intention of rehabilitating inside or outside prison walls.
All around the room, the security cameras cover their lenses. What happens next is strictly off-the-books...
Autarch Hodes pulls a tube out from between her boobs. It's got three strange pills in it. She empties the tube into a little cup, and presents it to him. She orders him to take them, with the mug of hot liquid there between the two of them.
Silas chuckles. "You're the head of the city. You shouldn't be breaking your own laws. The city will revolt against you."
"Take the pills, Silas."
"I don't trust the government, you know. You've helped turn this place into a police state!"
"Silas? Be a good boy, and just take the pills."
"I have free will! You can't make me do anything!"
"Silas?! I need you to shut the fuck up, and TAKE, THE DAMN, PILLS!"
Silas sighs, dumps the pills in his own hand, tosses them in his mouth, and washes them down with the liquid. He chokes on the liquid. It tastes strong. It's like...really strong coffee spiked with a shot of Kentucky bourbon.
Jim Beam bourbon is one of the oldest miracle works there is. When Silas comes of age, I highly recommend a small dose of it every morning and evening, assuming he doesn't take that too far and accidentally become an alcoholic.
Silas chokes and hacks. Autarch Hodes just stands tall, and smiles at his misfortune. He can't believe she's not sadistic. He'll believe it even less when he's subjected by what follows.
His clothes feel bigger around him than before. As much as he hasn't eaten since getting arrested...he doesn't think it's possible to lose this much weight from incarceration. His clothes are even bigger now. He tries to get up, but he falls out of the chair.
The floor seemed closer to his feet than it was. Now his shirt collar is like the opening of a tent. And the tent's getting bigger... And the zipper in his shorts is now more like a subway tunnel...
The subway leaves the station-and the tunnel parts above him. A giantess's fingers is doing both.
Her nails are polished...and they're like cliffs to little Silas. And aloft...he can see she has the inflated lips of Autarch Hodes.
She adjusts what's up her skirt with her huge other hand. That can't be a good sign...can it?
Hodes holds Silas in her hand. To Silas, it's like a suburb...minus all the ticky-tacky little boxes that all look just the same.
Hodes's lips are bigger than ever before. Silas could fit between them...
The Autarch's changed her mind about her faith in rehabilitation. She's now more convinced that house arrest would be a more practical accommodation for Silas.
She pinches Silas between her two fingers, and stuffs him between her enormous breasts. And she buttons her blouse.
It's liable to get hot in here. On the upside, at least he's in the buff.
Hodes takes the mug of hot liquid, and drinks from it. It spills from her lips as she does.
Silas fidgets as a hot waterfall of it nearly drowns him as it spills down the Autarch's boob-crack. She doesn't have to water-board him; it's not like he knows something that he's been arrested for not confessing.
Then again, if the Autarch asks right, he just might confess where he's stashed all the "no drugs" signs and surveillance cameras that he's been arrested for defacing...
Autarch Hodes leaves the interrogation room empty. As she leaves, there's a certain authoritarianism in her gait...that seems to have been augmented since the last time...
Silas is tempted to change his mind about submitting to rehabilitation. Then again, knowing Autarch Hodes, it's just as likely that her commonly mean behavior isn't as sexual as many young men would prefer thinking it is...