Retribution

RETRIBUTION

(PART 8)

BY

WALLACE

Lady Heather stared in amazement. She'd seen occlusive hoods before but never anything quite so stringent as the ones Ally and Angela were now wearing. Made of shiny black PVC like the rest of their outfits, they were inflatable and had been blown up to roughly the size of an over large watermelon.

Where the eyes and ears of the two girls should have been were large round stoppers that also appeared to be inflatable but were made of contrasting white plastic. It was obvious that they could neither see nor hear.

They couldn't speak either but their mouths had been dealt with differently. Heather was still bound and virtually naked, Five could see her staring at the girls.

"The hoods are attached to their lips by a special adhesive…" Heather looked at her in disgust.

"Superglue! You've superglued the fucking hoods onto them you bastards!" she noticed Five's arm move slightly and as if by telepathy the door opened and another silver creature entered. This one was carrying a cattle prod.

Seven and Nine had already stood up and both were touching her. Seven laid a soothing palm against her cheek whilst Nine put her hands lightly on her shoulders.

"It's a form of superglue but we have a solvent. It won't hurt them in any way." Five was doing her best to placate Heather. They locked eyes until Heather finally looked away with an expression on her face that suggested repulsion.

Unlike normal inflatable hoods these had openings for the mouth. The only way they could inflate them would be by sealing them to the skin

The girl's lips were now white and plump. There was another stopper in each of their mouths, which filled them completely and prevented speech of any kind. Heather looked back at Five. She spoke very, very quietly.

"Why? Why couldn't you just gag them and put the hoods over the top?" Five replied immediately.

"Because we needed to have access to their mouths. You'll see why later. Besides, this is much safer in the long run. Those lips extend into their mouths forming a kind of gum shield. They hold down the tongue and keep their airways open. It also covers their teeth and prevents them from biting anything." She looked at Heather archly. "You'll thank us for that tomorrow!" before Heather could ask the two new guards helped the girls to sit awkwardly on the white bunk and another question entered her mind.

"How do you know if they're okay? Do you care?" Five suppressed a sigh. Once again Heather saw her upper arm muscles flex, she moved forward a little and a small golden microphone dropped down from her headband. She spoke softly and almost lovingly into it.

"Allison. Allison can you hear me?" Heather watched in amazement as the shiny black figure nearest the door slowly nodded its head. Five looked at Heather and then continued. "Allison, Lady Heather is worried about you. Have the girls hurt you in any way?" slowly, very slowly the black clad figure shook its strange head. Five was still studying Heather, "And finally Allison, are you in any way uncomfortable and are your inserts troubling you at all?" there was a pause that in reality was quite brief but which seemed to last forever in the strange atmosphere of the white room that they were in. Finally the figure of Allison responded to the question and she slowly shook her head once more. Heather looked down at Five with a puzzled expression

"They've got ear pieces?" Five nodded.

"Mmm. Inside their earplugs, we use them on the new girls." Heather asked the question as casually as she could.

"What for?" but Five didn't answer instead she looked up at Heather

"Happy now?" she asked a trifle irritably. Heather remained stone-faced.

" You mentioned inserts. What damn inserts?" it was obvious that Five was beginning to lose patience but she soldiered on.

"Nothing for you to worry about Heather, you'll see them, or rather feel them soon enough and they seem to be keeping young Angela happy!" Heather looked over at the apparently serene figure of Angela. Apart from being led in and sat down she hadn't so much as twitched a muscle since. Heather wasn't a user but right now she wished she had some gum to chew.

"Yeah, well Angela would be happy in a field fulla carrots…" Five had had enough.

"I've been patient with you Heather, I've answered all your questions and I've indulged you for long enough! Now let us get on with what we have to or I'll just have you gagged and we'll do it without your input!" Heather's eyes narrowed.

"Who are you?" she asked quietly. The bald headed woman's eyes became tiny slits.

"I've already told you, I am Five." Heather looked at her sceptically.

"Where is this place?" Five's annoyance was deepening.

"I've told you that too. We call it The Village, that's all you need to know!" but Heather would not be put off.

"Who's this "Number One"?" Five's hackles rose visibly and so did her voice.

"YOU are Number Sixty Six!" before she could say any more Heather jumped in.

"So I'm being "assimilated" am I? Like Seven and Nine? Like you! Well I'm not a number like you Five I'm a…" Five's reply bordered on angry.

"You are not being "assimilated" as you call it! You are being put into Lockdown for your own safety. You don't need to know any more and you will not be told any more!" She paused and looked over at the two silver clad girls standing in front and behind Lady Heather, " Nine hold her head! Seven use the ring gag on her. If she won't open her mouth pinch her nostrils and then slide it in when she has to open it!" there was a pause, a long pause. The two girls stood motionless. Heather decided that this was not the right time to say anything. Five drew a breath, when she did speak her voice was very quiet.

"If you two choose not to do what I tell you, then I'll have you both put into lockdown with THEM and I'll keep you here for as long as I want and I'll do whatever I want to the pair of you!" she looked at the girl standing in front of Heather. "It was a joy being in control of you last week Seven! I loved every minute of it. I felt everything you felt and you felt everything I wanted you to feel. I loved having you at my mercy but next time, next time; I won't be quite so easy on you. Do you understand?" It was hard to show fear under a mask and Seven didn't exactly crumple under the onslaught of Five's words. She stood stock still for a moment and then she made a kind of curtsy, bending just one knee, then, touching Heather on the cheek once more, she picked up a large padded ring with two black leather straps attached.

Heather didn't want to get the girl into any more trouble than she might already be in. She couldn't spread her legs because the bar between her ankles was already doing that but she shifted her bare feet as best she could and moved her bound wrists slightly, flexing her shoulder muscles to ease the tension in them at the same time.

"Okay Seven!" she drawled, "I'll come quietly!" she knew there was a joke there somewhere but this seemed neither the time nor the place. She looked the silver creature in the eye as best she could through the mask and said softly, "Okay girl. Do your worst!" and then she opened her mouth.

As she did so and without any warning Nine leaned into her and cupped both of her bare and ample breasts in her soft hands. Heather allowed herself the luxury of feeling the girl's body against her and somehow it made her imminent gagging a less than galling experience.

Seven eased the ring into her mouth forcing her jaws a little wider than they already were and then she too leaned into her, ostensibly so that she could buckle the gag behind her head.

Heather felt the girl's shiny PVC crotch sliding against her own bare, clean shaven slit and she suddenly wanted to kiss the girl who was rubbing against her so provocatively but she couldn't. There was a mask between them and maybe something more.

She'd had a long time to think about this and she'd also watched the girls in action. They weren't totally brainwashed. They had minds of their own but they also had restrictions. She had seen their limited movements and noted their silence and now she was sure that her theory was right. They were bound in some way, some way that restricted their movements and they were gagged as well. Not once had she heard any of the girls speak.

There was something else too.

Their sensuousness.

They would take any opportunity to touch and to feel, just like they were doing now. Not even the fact that they were hiding behind a mask would make someone quite as uninhibited as that.

Not unless…

Not unless there was something freeing those inhibitions or causing some kind of sensory overload.

She thought back to the remark Five had made about inserts and then with a vague feeling of disappointment she felt Seven moving away from her. If it were at all possible Five sounded even more impatient than before.

"At last! Now, lets see how effective it is." Her eyes travelled. " You can move away from her Nine, there'll be plenty of time for that later!" reluctantly it seemed, Nine finally let go of the breasts that she had been massaging so lovingly. Five turned back to Heather. " Good! Now Heather I want you to try to speak for me. Go on… speak!" but Heather had had enough for one day and she was trying to send a message too. She was trying to tell the girls who, she was absolutely sure now, were not doing this willingly, that she would cooperate with them rather than Five who was a figure of authority.

That she was an ally and could be trusted.

Heather stood silently looking toward the door of the white room. Five's eyes had narrowed again.

"I'll ask you once more Heather. Please try to speak for Me." She said it slowly and clearly, the way English people speak when they are abroad and can't speak the language but Heather said nothing. Five looked at the tall blonde woman standing defiantly in front of her

"Can't speak was made to speak!" she said quietly and then she turned her head towards the silver girl with the cattle prod who stood silently at the door. "Twelve!" she snapped, "Come over here, you're needed!"

Twelve walked slowly into the little tableau before her. Seven made the most infinitesimal movement of her head and Nine touched Heather briefly on the arm but she stood firm. Five was now showing a streak in her that Heather hadn't reckoned on her having. She'd started this and she couldn't back down now. Five turned to the newcomer. .

"Set it to high," she said softly almost as if talking to a child. Twelve hesitated for no more than a second. "Yes, high, Twelve and any more disobedience from any of you and I shall send YOU Twelve to Number Two and you won't like that will you?" her voice was low and deliberate, "because last time she whipped your pussy didn't she? That little CUNT between your legs. She shaved it and she whipped it and she hung you upside down and whipped it again! And someone had trouble walking for a few days after that." She hadn't taken her eyes off the silver clad being for a second and it was something of a shock when she suddenly raised her voice, "DIDN'T THEY TWELVE?"

Twelve nodded silently, Five turned her head away from her, and said in a voice that was barely audible, "Although by all accounts you enjoyed it!"

She looked at Heather for what seemed like an age and said finally. "Her breasts first, Twelve, one shock on each and if that doesn't get a response I want you to put it in her cunt and hold it there. Do I make myself clear?" Twelve nodded a little reluctantly.

It suddenly seemed very warm in the little room. Five moved the silent vehicle to which she was so strangely attached in order to see better and then she looked up at Heather again.

"No more chances, you either speak or you don't!" Heather stood silent and Five didn't hesitate, "Shock her Twelve! Shock her now!"

Heather had been a bit of a tomboy when she was younger and she'd had a thing for electrics, something that had manifested itself in other ways in later life. On one occasion she'd taken a tape recorder apart and put it back together again but once and only once she had forgotten to take the plug out before touching the coil and it had sent her flying across the room with all her muscles twitching.

She swore that if Nine hadn't grabbed her when she did she would have hit the opposite side of the small white room that was rapidly turning into some kind of torture chamber. It was as if someone had touched her tit with a red-hot poker and then made every muscle in her body spasm. The worst thing was losing control of her movements but she recovered quickly and silently and stood looking at the door once more. She wasn't expecting what happened next.

The little car moved forward again and Five snatched the cattle prod out of Twelve's hands. She wasn't even looking at Heather now.

"I haven't got time for this!" she said shortly, "TALK TO ME YOU BITCH!" and then she thrust the cattle prod deep into Heather's already lubricated vagina and switched it on.

*

Steve Burton had to shout to make himself heard over the noise of the wind and the screaming jet engines,

" Mike gimme a hand here!" Mike Mey instinctively grabbed at the controls. Steve had taken the autopilot off line shortly after they had identified the helicopter, the helicopter that the New York control centre was still attempting to contact. Between them they tried desperately to pull the aircraft out of its dive.

Not looking away from his instruments Steve shouted across to his co pilot

."What's the status of that engine?" At the top of his voice Mike shouted back

"The extinguishers have put it out. I did my best to feather it but it's cut out altogether now. Don't think the engine itself is damaged too bad. They hit the fuel line, that's what caused the fire!"

They had been flying well above a weather system in mid Atlantic at about Five thousand feet and whilst they still had a long way to travel they had to hit the ocean eventually.

At the moment they were falling through cloud and the helicopter was nowhere to be seen. Steve glanced over at Mike.

" Can you start it again?" Mike shook his head.

"Negative. Auxiliary pump should have kicked in by now!" Steve was a man who seemed to be running out of lifelines.

"Can you start it manually?" the aircraft bounced skittishly as they hit real turbulence. Both pilots held their breath for a second, worried that the helicopter might have returned, finally Mike blew out his cheeks.

"Risky! Could blow the whole fucking thing, then where would we be?" Steve Burton stared at him.

"Could we be worse off than we are now?" Mike was already hunched over the instrument panel. They had left Tom in charge of communications. Still wrestling with the controls Steve shouted back to him.

"What's going on Tom?" Tom turned in his seat as best he could

"New York are on our case. They've contacted Andrews Air Force Base and they've got three F16s up in the air now. There are also some F15s coming from Lakenheath and the RAF are scrambling two Tornados and a Nimrod from Kinross!" he pointed downward with his thumb, " Somewhere down there there's a Royal Navy aircraft carrier and they're looking for us too!" Steve stared straight ahead of him.

"Jesus Christ! They've got International fucking Rescue out after us! All we have to do is stay in the air! How's that pump coming Mike?" but Mike was too busy watching sparks fly out of the port engine.

*

I don't know what sort of crash I had been expecting. You somehow have this idea that hitting the water is less deadly than hitting dry parched earth, which is not apparently true. Anyway a sickening thud followed by flames and then hopefully total oblivion was churning in the back of my mind. Fortunately or unfortunately, whichever way you want to look at it, it never happened. It was as if a huge hand had suddenly made some kind of magic pass over the stricken plane and everything changed in seconds.

From what must have been at least a Forty-Five degree angle we were suddenly in level flight. The wind noise eased and the jets took on a lower, less strident tone. I was holding Val in my arms trying to shield her from Carlton Prince but the levelling out seemed to have calmed him a little. He had reared up a few inches from us and then dropped back on to all fours again although he was holding his right fore leg up and away from the floor

For a few seconds he looked around him and at the other horses sedated and relatively quiet in their stalls and then he shook his glossy brown head and whinnied pitifully. Val turned her head and whispered as if she were afraid that he might hear us,

"You've got to do it Bill. He doesn't mean us any harm but he's frightened and he's in a lot of pain. We can't do anything about that leg and if the plane dives again…" my voice when I finally did speak was deep and cracked. My back hurt like hell, the painkillers were wearing off already.

"What about you?" I asked. Val smiled as best she could

"Yeah. I think I'm okay but I feel as if, as if…" as if she'd been kicked by a horse. I looked at the sleek animal standing a few feet away from me and got to my feet holding the gun that would fire a bolt into his brain in my right hand.

"I don't want to do this Val. I really don't …" it was a horse not a human being. He didn't realise what was going on. He hadn't set out to kill Juliet or hurt any of us and he didn't mean us any harm. He was in a strange place with strange people and things were happening to his body that he didn't understand. Val looked up at me imploringly and suddenly I saw her side of things. Tears were running down her face again.

"Please Bill. Please. He's in agony. Please don't let him suffer…" She'd just seen another person die and she was hurt herself, she was entitled to be emotional. She was probably entitled to want vengeance on Carlton Prince for what he'd done as well but she didn't seem to. I looked at the horse who was breathing hard but remained relatively quiet, Val said softly.

"Between the eyes is the best place and squeeze the trigger like it were a gun. They don't know anything about it, I promise you." she took a deep breath and coughed hard, "I'd do it myself but…" her lip was bleeding again. I shook my head and sighed at the same time.

"No. Stay where you are. You need a doctor not a stroll around the deck!" I walked forward slowly holding the gun away from the horse as if he could see and sense my intentions. Maybe he could because he suddenly shook his head and whinnied. My guts seemed to turn over and that shiver that I couldn't get rid of ran down my spine again.

I was close now. Close enough to touch him. I reached out a hand and then turned back to Val for silent guidance. She nodded her head and I patted him on the neck.

"Good boy. Good boy." I breathed it so quietly I wondered if he could hear me at all. Horses on TV are one thing but horses in the flesh, especially a hunter chaser like Carlton Prince, are a different matter entirely. He was taller than me and must have been at least eighteen hands. I didn't know how that equated in pounds and ounces but he was one hell of a big horse.

I got even closer and slowly raised the gun. Even as I did so the plane jinked first to the left, then to the right and seemed to accelerate with every pound of thrust that the pilots could muster whilst a series of what had to be muffled explosions went off somewhere behind us.

Carlton Prince reared up.

Caught off balance I tried to duck out of the way but I felt something hit me hard on the side of the head, saw a flash of white light which was followed by intense pain and everything went black

THE STORY CONTINUES IN PART NINE

© Wallace 2004. The writer maintains the right to be recognised as the author of this piece. This is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any places, either real or imaginary or any people or characters real or fictitious, living or dead

Sent 6/10/04