"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 12
The orderlies pushed and pulled the gurney bearing Summer's rigid form
along the concrete path. The one pushing remarked to his companion about the
steel bracelet welded around Summer's ankle.
"Fuck! This one, she's belled like a cat!"
"Hey, you saw the collar around her neck didn't you?" His companion
replied. "Not just the usual one, but this one has bells too. And it's welded
shut."
"I wonder why?"
"Maybe she's a dancer, or something."
The wheels squeaked as the gurney rolled closer to a gleaming white
building at the end of the path.
"Whatever she is, the she-devil has her now. Poor girl."
"Hey, look on the bright side. Maybe when the she-devil's done with her,
she'll end up in the barracks!"
The orderly at the foot of the gurney examined Summer's supine body. He
leered at the swell of her breasts, the flatness of her belly.
"Hmm, that would be all right, heh? But I don't like my women to just
lie there like a zombie, you know? I like a little action, heh?"
"Like you get with your right hand?'
"Fuck, I get more pussy in a week than you do in a year!"
"Yeah, but nobody else but you wants to fuck your sister."
They had reached the door to the building. A video camera mounted above
the door swiveled in their direction. The orderly nearest the door ignored the
computer keypad, and rapped loudly on the metal frame. There was a loud buzzing
sound as the electronic lock was released. The two men pushed Summer through the
door and into the building housing Cassandra's laboratory.
The foyer was brightly lit, with the antiseptic look of a typical
clinic: a couple of chairs designed for short-term comfort, magazines, several
potted plants, and a small coffee table. A shelving unit housed patient charts,
colour indexed in file folders. A young woman, wearing a crisp white blouse, sat
behind the desk.
"We were instructed to bring this woman here," said one of the
orderlies.
The young woman rose from behind the desk. She wore slacks to match the
blouse, not unlike a nurse's uniform. The orderlies were not surprised when she
shuffled in mincing steps to the gurney, a short chain locked between her
ankles. They had been here before, and knew there was no shortage of attractive
young women and men who were so obviously prisoners of the Captain and his
mistress Angelita. The soldiers enjoyed many of them - when a prisoner was
consigned to the barracks, it was in effect, a slow death sentence. The barracks
slaves had no restrictions on their use. It didn't matter, male or female, young
or old, a barracks slave was no longer human, and could be used - or abused - as
the residents liked.
As a result, those prisoners fortunate enough to be assigned duties, like
this young woman, worked very hard not to end up in the barracks.
"I'll take you to Room C", she said, looking down at the body on the gurney.
Summer was still, as if dead. Even her breathing was imperceptible - one
would have to hold a mirror to her mouth to see if there was any air coming
through. She was very pale.
The nurse swiped a computer passcard, and led the way down a short hall.
The orderlies had brought many a patient to this clinic. Some came with
actual physical injuries that Cassandra or Angelita did not want to appear on a
medical chart anywhere - or the patient no longer existed in the legal sense.
Others were brought to be participants in Cassandra's experiments. Some were
prisoners, opponents of the Captain, who were interrogated with pharmaceuticals
instead of whips. A small, very select few were brought here for the final
conditioning necessary for their new life as a slave.
Room C looked like the most modern of torture chambers - a dentist's
office. Brightly lit, with a counter and sink, cupboards, shelves, and a glass
cabinet full of bottles of varying sizes and shapes, the room was dominated by
what looked like a dentist chair. Mounted on a pedestal, obviously adjustable,
the chair was made of metal and covered with a bright red leather upholstery.
There were armrests on either side, and a headrest attached to the back. Like a
dentist chair, there was a small swivel table mounted on a lamp stand, which led
to the typical very bright dentist lamp. Unlike the typical dentist chair, there
were two leg rests attached to the seat. And the seat was very, very short,
obviously insufficient to support an adult body. The contraption clearly had
some other purpose than providing the patient with comfort while allowing the
dentist ease of access to a patient's mouth.
The woman walked to the head of the chair, and stepped on a foot pedal.
With a motorized hum, the chair unfolded itself and reclined into a horizontal
position. With one man wrapping his arms under Summer's arms, and the other
taking her by the feet, they lifted the unconscious girl on to the chair. The
young woman in the nurse' outfit quickly passed leather straps around each of
Summer's ankles. She placed each arm on a padded armrest, and again using
leather straps, secured them. Finally, prying Summer's eyes open, she placed
some drops in each orb, before closing them again.
The threesome left the room.
