Forced Vacation
By Veronica
Part Two
Time was of no consequence as I sat in my enforced 'relaxation'. Trussed up in a straitjacket, like a mental patient, bound to the seat, mouth stuffed and wrapped with a scarf, one that was getting more waterlogged with my saliva as time went on. It was awful, full and wet, and I was feeling weary.
The plane's engines droned on and Miss Irving busied herself with some paperwork on the opposite side of the plane. I watched her fill in forms - they looked like reports of some kind - what else was there to do?
'I don't like being stared at, Veronica. It's terribly rude.' She got up and dipped again into her big black bag. Miss Irving pulled out three silk scarves. I mmmphed again, 'Aw, aw, aw!' I pleaded, thinking she was going to strengthen my gags.
'Oh don't be a silly girl,' she tutted, balling up two of the scarves and holding them over my eyes as she tied the third long scarf over the top. Now I was blind as well as mute and unable to move.
'Now, sit still and behave. You will get plenty of time to do what you want later, but now I am in charge and you will do as I tell you. Understand?'
'Auss'.
More time passed. My hands felt weak, my body wanted to sleep but my mind raced about what was happening. Eventually I fell asleep, but woke up when I felt I couldn't breathe. I struggled as I awoke, forgetting my state, struggling and then realising I was packaged and gagged. How ridiculous, yet, enjoyable. I mused that I'd been forced from my home, treated like an animal, frightened and berated, and was afraid for the future...but under it all, felt freer than ever. God, maybe I was hallucinating, or just trying to use a way of saving myself.Who knew?
I slept fitfully, woken eventually by Miss Irving removing my blindfold scarves. 'Shall I ungag you, dear? It won't be for long, but it will be a bit of a change.'
'Ersss, aeese, iss arring'
'Yes please, Miss Irving. How good your gagged diction is! And good manners, at last,' she commented, untying the white scarf. The sodden knot plopped out of my mouth, which she wiped with a cloth. I drank water from a cup, then Miss Irving sat opposite me. 'How are you feeling, Veronica?' she smiled.
'I have been better,' I said, slowly and bitterly.
'Oh come come! How many girls are lucky enough to have so many people help them get the holiday of a lifetime in such lush surroundings, and with such opportunities! So don't be ungrateful or things could be very unpleasant for you.' I wanted to ask why, but she got up and walked to the back of the aircraft cabin, and from behind a curtain, pushed a four feet high crate on wheels. I knew I was going into it and started to shout.
'What the hell is this? Isn't this humiliation enough?'
'Believe me my dear Veronica, this isn't the half of it,' smiled my guardian, opening the hinged front of the crate to reveal a wooden seat built inside and a series of straps that I realised would soon hold me in. 'This will give a whole new meaning to the phrase Package Holiday for you!'she added with a sneering laugh.
Her voluminous black bag reared its ugly head again. A big handful of silk scarves emerged, plus something I recognised as a Taser. 'Don't make me use this, you know what'll happen, I'm sure.' I didn't want to risk the pain - I'd seen those things on TV - and I knew there was no escape anyway. I knew the doors to the flight deck were locked, and I didn't fancy taking on the large Miss Irving. Not that I could, in a straitjacket.
'Now, mouth open Veronica' she barked, balling up a large scarf into a wad that looked the size of a football. Instinctively, I set my mouth into a thin-lipped line, turning my face away. 'You were warned...' she said, picking up the Taser. It was threat enough, and I opened wide.
Miss Irving stuffed the scarf in, prodding and probing the fabric into my cheeks. I felt so embarrassed and looked away from her. 'Look at me when I'm gagging you! You might learn something useful, my girl!' So as she rammed in the second scarf, overloading my lips until she'd crammed my cheeks full, so they bulged hugely, I held her gaze. It was almost a challenge. And at least I didn't have to think of a smart reply, I just couldn't enunciate anything beyond a small mph.
Then, inevitably, came the third scarf, folded into a band that was tied over my mouth to hold in the packing. I winced as she tied it tight, then folded a smaller scarf diagonally in half.
'Headscarf time,dear.' She tied it over my hair and under my chin,pulling it so tight that my mouth closed over the packing and silenced me totally, or so I thought.
Scarf five was a thicker band, tied from the base of my nose to well under my chin, and tied excruciatingly tight. Miss Irving smiled. 'Very nice, and so nice that you can't cheek me. You really should see how lovely you look.'
And with that, she drew a mirror from under her paperwork and held it to my face. I let out a tiny muffled cry of horror. Who was that girl? The scarved, silent girl with the pleading eyes - pleading to be set free of the head bondage that muffled and wrapped her, the girl who could be anyone under the silk?
'Glph, glp, aaa' I said, the silk packing slipping and making me gag on my gag.
'Now you see that silence is the only way, don't you? Don't even try to make a sound. If you do, I have lots of other scarves and I WILL use them. Well, here's another...'
Scarf six was a thicker number tied around my eyes. Miss Irving disappeared, and she said. 'Now you will be unbuckled. Do as you're told and I won't shock you.'
She undid the straps on the seat. After asking me to sit forward, she undid the straitjacket but not the ankle cuffs. 'Stand up, slowly. Now walk,' barked my nanny. I forgot the cuffs had such a small chain, and I stumbled. Miss Irving helped me and guided me to the box. As I sat down, she deftly buckled me in again, with straps around my upper and lower chest, waist, thighs, knees, calves and ankles. My wrists and elbows were strapped to the side of the box, and I heard the door creak close, and two bolts slide inevitably shut.
'Now we're set, Veronica. The wheels on the box are locked so you won't roll around, and you're certainly in your seat, in an upright position for landing!'
In a world of my own, one of silence and silks, I awaited the next shock...