Chapter 16 - Friendship
Susan was beginning to feel strange after her injection. Instead of bringing a
surge of relief, the sound of Trigs' deep voice nearby merely made her feel
pleasantly happy. Her head felt like it was full of cotton, taking the edge off
her surrounds and making them seem soft and comfortable.
She moaned, shaking her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. It would be so
easy just to lie down and sleep...
"Susan," Cassandra hissed nervously, jabbing her in the thigh. "Wake up, help is
here!"
Cassandra's voice helped clear some of the feathers in her head, bringing the
world into clarity once again.
Quivering with nervous excitement, Susan shuffled forwards trying to see over
the edge.
"...can you survive a dozen?" Moira finished saying.
Susan got a glimpse of Trigs' head a second before the sound of a gunshot echoed
across the room, clearing her head even more. Her chest clenched with fear as a
female voice shouted in pain, followed by two dull thuds.
A moment later she heard something shuffling along the floor, moving up between
the back of the cot and the kitchen wall.
"Shit," muttered someone in a low voice. "Couldn't wait... you had to go in
now!"
"Is someone there?" Cassandra whispered hopefully.
"Yes," Kathryn replied from her hiding place.
"Damn it," Moira yelled angrily, her voice filling the room. "Don't just stand
there, find him!"
Susan moaned in relief; Trig had gotten away. She heard the guards' footsteps as
they hurried to obey.
Moira groaned, climbing weakly to her feet.
Hastily Cassandra replaced her ball-gag, seconds before Moira's head appeared
over the edge of the cot.
"Your friends... are stupid," she panted, her teeth gritted with concentration.
Her eyes settled on Susan, glinting dangerously.
"Moira," Simeon's voice echoed across the room. Her eyes narrowed in anger as
she turned to face him, leaning heavily on the cot.
"You really are one twisted bitch," he spat, taking in her handiwork.
Nyssa was behind him, freeing the girl who Moira had been playing with earlier.
The girl strained against her bonds, anxious to remove the steel probe lodged in
her pussy. The only external evidence of its torment was the black wire snaking
from between her hairless legs.
Moira smiled, stepping forward as her strength returned. Her side still felt
strange from where Trig had hit her, but she could live with it for now.
"It's been a while, Simeon," she replied casually.
Simeon glanced across at the line of orphans. He tilted his head in
concentration, and one of the girls' cuffs sprung loose.
"You like to show off, don't you?" Moira taunted. "The great freak Simeon,
showing off his powers."
The girl recovered quickly from her sudden freedom and began working on
liberating her companions, who were squealing and grunting to attract her
attention.
"Guess what?" Moira called across the room. "You're not the only freak in the
world."
Simeon halted, narrowing his eyes at her.
"What do you mean?" he said warily.
Moira merely smiled sweetly at him.
"Where's the girl?" Simeon demanded, trying to suppress the sinking feeling in
his chest. Susan squealed loudly to get his attention, slapping her hands
against the rubber wall confining her.
"I'm going to beat you for that," Moira said calmly over her shoulder.
Nyssa finally freed the girl bound to the tabletop. She promptly sat up and
tugged the probe from within her, hurling its glistening silvery length off the
table. Crying softly, she climbed off the table and ran naked from the room,
ignoring everyone else.
Nyssa sighed and turned her attention to the other end of the room, searching
for Simeon. She paused in confusion; he was simply standing there, dead still.
"Nyssa," he hissed through clenched teeth, eyes staring straight ahead. "Get the
hell out of here."
Then Nyssa saw the black-clad figure in the doorway behind Moira.
"Where is the girl?" he rasped, slowly walking forwards.
"Nyssa, I can't stop him. Get out of here!" Simeon's voice was tense with
exertion, and Nyssa could see the sweat forming on his head.
Nyssa gave him a pained look that he couldn't see, and began backing away
hurriedly. She knew what he meant, even if it was impossible.
"Where is she?" the cloaked man demanded. Simeon grunted as if hit.
"Safe from you," Simeon panted.
Evan walked slowly around the bathroom, the clean, white tiles shining in the
fluorescent light.
He ran one hand along the taut belly of the nearest girl, carefully avoiding her
loosely hanging breasts. She squirmed weakly at his touch and began sobbing
through the hood blinding her.
Tight straps around her knees and ankles held her legs together, whilst similar
straps around her elbows and wrists pulled her arms painfully back behind her. A
length of rope joined her limbs together above her naked buttocks and then moved
upwards where it was tied to one of the bare supports of the floor above. The
opposite end ran from her legs to the back of the hood, drawing her body into a
painful bow.
He had been given specific orders not to free any of the girls, so he had spent
his afternoon alleviating their torments in every small way he could.
He refilled the girls' water bag with cool water, deliberately pouring some of
the drugs he should have added down the sink as he did so. Her muted sobbing
ended once she felt the cool water on her tongue, and she began eagerly
swallowing.
Giving her a farewell pat on the belly, Evan started to walk around the room
again. The sound of running footsteps made him look up.
"Damn it, go away," he muttered angrily, sliding in between two shower cubicles.
"I'm not here."
But instead of an overly zealous guard coming to deliver yet another message
from Moira, Trig slid in through the doorway and flattened himself against the
wall.
Evan was not surprised when the group of guards ran right past the room and kept
going; Moira's re-education methods rarely left much independent thought.
"Looking for someone?" Evan asked, stepping out from his hiding place.
Trig jumped in surprise, raising the gun in his hands even as his eyes searched
for the source of the voice.
"Who the hell are you?" Trig demanded, levelling the gun at Evan's head.
"You're with Simeon, right?" Evan asked, ignoring the gun.
"Yeah, and you're with Moira," Trig stated flatly.
Evan grimaced, and looked nervously at Trig.
"I should have done this to start with," he muttered under his breath.
"Would you... do me a favour?" he asked hesitantly.
"Why should I help you?" Trig asked, taken aback.
"I... I want you to get my girlfriend out of here," Evan replied.
Trig blinked in surprise.
"...Samantha?" he asked, lowering the gun slightly.
"You've seen her?" Evan's face brightened.
"Yeah, we got her from the Police. Nice stunt you pulled back there." Trig
dropped his aim, but kept the gun ready in one hand.
Evan grimaced again.
"He," Evan put emphasis on the word, "was threatening to hurt her if I didn't
help Moira." He sighed sadly.
"I would have moved the second I got word... but this guy is dangerous. So I
left her there, figuring she'd be safer with the police."
"Well, we had to go bust her out," Trig told him. "The police were asking too
many questions about certain causes of death."
"In that case..." Evan drew a knife and spun it in one hand.
Trig started to raise his gun, before Evan swung and cut the rope holding the
girl suspended. She let out a muffled squeal of horror before Evan caught her,
lowering her squirming body gently to the floor.
She wriggled urgently in his arms as he cut her free, crying under the hood as
the blood began to return to her stressed limbs.
Evan was glad he had been careful not to be seen by the orphans as he removed
the hood, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders as it was freed. The gag
was separate from the hood, forcing Evan to unbuckle it from behind her head.
She coughed as the short rubber knob was removed from her mouth, its length
glistening with saliva.
She looked up at him briefly in gratitude, before her face clouded in pain. She
whined urgently, fighting against his arms.
She climbed shakily to her feet as he let her go, the fat end of a butt plug
protruding from between her shapely cheeks. Sobbing with humiliation, she ran to
the nearest toilet cubicle and tugged it free, sighing with relief as the enema
it had been holding in burst from her.
"I had nothing to do with this," Evan said grimly to Trigs' distrustful look.
"Moira had me guarding the place, nothing more." He sniffed. "For what it's
worth, I did what I could to make things easier for them."
"You don't need to explain to me," Trig said simply. Evan nodded silently;
knowing he would have to face Samantha eventually. Trig waited a moment for a
reply that didn't come, and then made his way cautiously to the exit.
"The police are outside," he advised from the doorway, and then he was gone.
Her heart pounding in time with the thud of her boots against the wooden floor,
Julie ran as hard as she could down the main hall of the orphanage. The warm air
pushed her hair back and sent it bouncing along behind her head; her violet eyes
set dead ahead on the half-open doorway.
She knew what she was doing was irrational, stupid, and outright dangerous, but
the thought of Susan in danger was too much for her. She had already let one of
her friends get captured; she couldn't let another one go.
She came thundering into the dining hall, saw a black cloaked figure and in a
burst of anger, slammed herself bodily into him, sending both him and Moira
flying. Momentarily surprised at how easily he fell, she regained her balance
without fully stopping her run and headed straight for the cot.
"JULIE!" Simeon cried in horror, freed from the cloaked man's gaze by her
unexpected entrance.
Julie didn't hear him as she caught herself on the edge of the cot and grabbed
hold of a stunned Susan, pulling her to the end of the chain and hugging her
head tightly.
"Susan?" Julie queried, her elation at finding her friend edging into confusion
as Susan struggled against her.
She pulled back, the stupidity of her action washing over her as Susan tried to
speak around the gag, her pretty face filled with fear.
"JULIE! GET OUT OF HERE!" Simeon shouted as loud as he could, walking backwards
and pointing urgently at the door.
Julie looked at him blankly, not thinking straight. She turned slowly, following
his finger to the black cloaked man who was slowly climbing to his feet. She saw
him slip one hand into the cloak, and then look up sharply, fixing her with a
stare from within the hood.
"You little bitch..." he hissed dangerously. Julie could feel the anger in his
gaze, and immediately began regretting her hasty decision.
"What do you want, old man?" she said hotly, trying her best to cover her rising
fear.
It was then that he withdrew his hand from within the cloak, clutching something
shiny in his spindly palm, and Julie felt the first slash cut across her side.
"Ouch!" she yelped, more in surprise than pain. She clutched her side in
confusion, and then another stinging impact made its self felt across her belly,
harder this time.
"What the... AH!" she cried as pain slashed across her breasts, momentarily
compressing the soft flesh.
"I know you have it," he rasped, walking slowly towards her.
Beside him, Moira was sitting on the floor, smiling distractedly with one hand
clasped firmly on her side. She glanced sideways at Simeon, who was once again
standing dead still across the room, his face a mask of horror. She shivered,
realising that Shadow was attacking Julie, whilst keeping Simeon immobile
despite his own abilities.
Julie gritted her teeth as a flurry of increasingly powerful impacts slashed
across her skin, like an unavoidable cane. Unimpeded by her clothing, they hurt
a whole lot more than the beating she had gotten the day before, bringing tears
to her eyes.
As he walked towards her, she began backing away, trying to stand up straight
despite the steadily increasing hits. Her body shook with the force of them now.
"Where is it?" he rasped, and Julie cried out as he began concentrating on her
sex, neither the thick winter pants or her thin panties providing any protection
against the stinging pain cutting into her.
"Stop it!" she cried, and made a desperate lunge for him, hoping to knock him
down again.
Something hard slammed into her belly, knocking the breath from her and sending
her to her knees. She could hear his laughter over the sound of her gasping.
"I don't know what you mean," Julie whimpered, torn between holding her belly
and protecting her sex.
She could feel the weight of the necklace around her throat now, reminding her
of its continued presence.
Momentarily stopped by Julies' sudden cry of pain, Kathryn resumed cutting
through the rear wall of the cot. She blinked in surprise at the soft, slippery
lubricant that covered her fingers as she pulled the rubbed back and stuck her
head through, taking in the situation.
"Shit," she muttered, seeing the collar and chain holding Susan. Thinking
quickly, she used the knife to cut the strap behind Susan's neck, freeing the
gag.
"It's locked on," Susan moaned quietly, pulling at the collar that was thwarting
her escape.
"We'll come back for you, okay?" Kathryn whispered reassuringly, passing her the
knife as Cassandra began pulling off the remainders of her outfit.
Susan nodded tearfully, watching as the two older women slid out the hole,
sneaking along the wall and disappearing through the nearby kitchen door.
"I don't have it!" Julie cried from nearby, making Susan's heart skip.
"Very well," she heard the cloaked man say.
Julie cried out as the invisible caning intensified the very air around her
attacking remorselessly. She felt something grab hold of her thick jumper and
tear it, along with the underlying shirt, down the middle. The sound of ripping
cloth accompanied the feeling of air blowing on her previously covered chest.
"Stop it!" she begged, falling forward onto her hands and knees. Unfortunately,
this had the effect of allowing her necklace to swing free below her.
Abruptly her beating ended, leaving her broken and panting on the floor. There
was a long moment of utter silence in the room, broken only by Simeon's
whispered "No".
Julie stiffened as the necklace moved, caught in the grip of the cloaked man's
mind. She felt his touch on it like an oily stain, and hastened to take hold of
the necklace protectively with both hands.
"It's mine!" she gasped as he tugged hard, nearly wrenching it from her fingers.
"I can feel it," the man said, his voice tight with excitement.
He pulled again, its edges digging into Julies' hands as she clung to it. She
could feel herself beginning to slide along the floor.
"Give it up, girl," Moira called, climbing to her feet. "Shadow will take it,
one way or another."
"What kind of a name..." Julie paused as he tugged hard on it again. "...is
Shadow?"
"One you would do well to remember," he hissed, and with one almighty tug tore
it from her grip.
Her fingers screaming in pain, Julie lunged forwards to catch it, but it was
already clasped in his opposite hand.
Fighting back the drowsiness that threatened to overwhelm her, Susan worked at
the corner of the cot with the knife. She had no hope of cutting through the
chain with the small blade, but the cot itself was made of plastic, and she had
already made progress in cutting through the support to which the chain was
padlocked.
"Give it back!" she heard Julie yell angrily.
Susan swayed dizzily, slowing in her sawing. It took all her concentration to
keep the knife going without cutting herself, her progress hindered by the fact
her hands were still cuffed together.
"It's mine!" Julie yelled from outside, and Susan heard her climbing to her
feet. Suddenly Julie cried out in pain and there was a thud as the fell to the
floor, sobbing.
"You are not important," Shadow said to her angrily. "In fact, it's been too
long since I enjoyed myself."
Susan dropped the knife as the world around her spun dangerously. She didn't
care about what was happening outside her cot, or anything else, except lying
down to sleep.
"Damn it," she moaned weakly, trying to clear her head again. "I must...
concentrate!" she said, even as she slid to the floor of the cot, her eyes
closing.
Julies piercing scream brought her back to wakefulness, even for a moment.
"Stop it!" she cried. "Please!" She continued screaming at the top of her lungs.
Susan propped herself up with one elbow, and fumbled for the knife. Hoping she
didn't hurt herself, she slashed at the wall in front of her, cutting her way
out.
"Julie!" she cried weakly, sticking her head through.
"Stop it!" Moira said nervously, the first time Susan had heard real fear in her
voice. "We need her alive!"
"I'll decide that," Shadow rasped back at her, his eyes fixed upon Julie who was
curled up and shuddering on the floor, hands clasped firmly on her head.
"STOP IT!" Susan screamed at him, crawling out of the hole she had cut. The
chain was too short for her to reach Julie, but she strained against the steel
around her throat none the less.
She watched in horror as Julie looked over at her, pain filled eyes stained red
with the blood that was sliding from her nose and underneath her eyelids.
"What the hell..." Shadow began in confusion.
At the same moment, Julies' eyes shifted to something behind Susan.
Susan glanced over her shoulder as the chain came loose, cut by the deepening
distortion in the air.
"No," Susan gasped in terror, pushing herself away as the circular depression
folded inwards, showing an entirely different image inside it.
"Susan!" Julie cried, climbing to her feet and launching herself at her friend,
sending them both tumbling through the hole.
A split second later it closed in on itself, the neatly severed end of Susan's
chain hanging through the jagged hole in the cot.
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Thanks to slavelucy and redEva for proof-reading
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