Part 5
Rachel stiffened, but turned away from him quickly, and with some relief; his face was too unnerving. Her skirt flared out as she spun round to face away from him. Doctor Kay was watching with an amused expression on his face. She placed her hands on her head, feeling the unfamiliar contours of the leather helmet, which she had all but forgotten about.
“Quite a little cock-tease isn’t she Doc?” said the guard. The Doctor grinned, and said,
“I can see she is in good hands.”
“Too right. Me and Mr. Nightstick will give this fuck-bag exactly what she needs”
Rachel stood very still as she felt the cold nightstick touch her thigh and move upwards, catching and lifting her skirt. She knew better than to move her hands, and looked away from the Doctor, focusing instead on the chair bearing her coat and bag – her links with normality. She suddenly wished to be back at home in her pyjamas, watching the television or making a coffee, and the feeling overwhelmed her and forced a tear from the edge of her eye. She shut her eyes tightly. The nightstick was withdrawn, allowing her skirt to flop down again, not that that made her feel any less vulnerable. Then its cold touch came again, this time on the inside of her thigh, travelling upwards as before, and lifting her skirt. She heard a low whistle from the guard.
“Hoowee, this is a fucking nice bit of tail right here, Doc… You want me to make her suck you off before we go?”
“No that won’t be necessary, thank you, Mr. Dane. Let’s get her to the facility.” The Doctor started gathering papers and closing down his computer.
Rachel stood very erect, her hands on her helmeted head, her tight black crop top showing off her belly and shoulders, and her short faux-leather skirt held obscenely up behind her by the guard’s nightstick. The guard moved the tip of the baton up and down a little until it found the waistband of her knickers, then he angled the stick downwards, pushing it in between her buttocks and inside her underwear. She could barely breathe at this slow, wordless, lewd assault of her person.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Prisoner Twelve?” said the guard, “because I’m looking for a reason to beat the living crap out of your worthless hide.”
He levelled the stick, which pulled her panties downwards at the back, and she felt the tip of the brutal instrument slide forward beneath her crotch until it pressed against the inside of her panties at the front. Then he angled the stick upwards, moving the tip upwards over her pussy and out over the waistband of her knickers at the front. “You and me will have some fun times over at the facility. Just three more things to do before we go; here’s number one!” With that, the guard returned the stick to a horizontal position and swiftly pushed downwards, pulling Rachel’s panties down to lie around her ankles. She was unable to stifle a sob, but managed to keep her hands on her head, as ordered.
“Shut the fuck up, Prisoner Twelve, you don’t need them where you’re going. Get fucking used to it if you know what’s good for you. Now, you little shit-bag, put your arms behind your back, and I want to hear you say ‘yes, sir’ this time” She sobbed for real now, as she dropped her arms to her sides, and reluctantly, hesitantly, placed her wrists on her buttocks, now covered only by the brief skirt. She heard the guard forage in a side pocket of his combat trousers, and heard the tell-tale clink of chain that signified that she was about to be handcuffed.
As the felt the cold metal pressed around her wrists, she sobbed once more, and when the fatal click announced that her wrists were locked behind her, she let out a low moan of despair. This was not how she had imagined it so many times, the moment of surrendering power over herself. Instead of excitement, she felt only dread. This man was too powerful, too unpredictable, and she had probably placed herself in real danger.
“I didn’t hear you, bitch”
“Sorry sir, yes sir,” she gulped.
“Too late, you fucking stupid cow. You just earned yourself a punishment.” He lifted her skirt and slapped her, hard across her bare buttock. “That’s just a taster. You can have the rest when we get to the facility. Don’t you think I’m going to forget, because punishing you is going to be the fucking highlight of my day! Oh, and there’s one more thing,” He placed his hands on her bare shoulders and spun her around to face him. Her skirt flared up again, giving the two men a momentary glimpse of her shaven pussy. Rachel moaned in humiliation and fear, her chained wrists clicking together behind her. The guard produced a black cloth sack from another pocket and whipped it over her head. It had a draw-string which he pulled tight round her neck, shutting out even the smallest bit of light. “We’re going for a little drive, cunt, and I don’t want you looking out of the window, got it?” He paused, jabbing the nightstick lightly into her bare midriff. “Got it, Prisoner Twelve?”
“Yes sir”, she said quietly, her voice muffled by the bag. The guard placed one hand round the back of her neck and growled into her ear, “Step out of your knickers, I don’t want you falling on your face before I’ve fucked it”. Her panties were still round her ankles; she stepped out of them as best she could without being able to see anything, though the guard’s huge hand on the nape of her neck steadied her.
“Ready, Doctor?”
“Ready when you are, Mr. Dane, let’s go.”
Rachel suddenly remembered her coat, and her bag with all her essentials in, and began to protest. “My bag…”
This earned her a painful blow with the nightstick across the breasts; “Shut your fucking pie-hole you little cum-sucker. I only want to hear one thing come out of your fucking mouth, and that’s “yes, sir”. You use it for anything else, and I might start thinking of other uses for your bitch mouth too. Now move it!”
The Doctor opened the door into the corridor, and the guard pushed Rachel roughly out, keeping one hand tightly on the back of her neck and wrapping the other around her upper arm. She staggered helplessly as he bent her forward at the waist, turning her to the right and pushing her along the corridor. Behind them, the Doctor locked his office and followed.