by elle`attend
FOR MATURE READERS ONLY
“How long has she been on, ‘Seph?”
“A little over an hour is all…You were right, she’s a very promising subject, I must admit. I’ve not been so entertained in a good long time…”
“She’s not here for your entertainment, Persephone,” the first voice said coldly.
I felt fingers on the side of my face, prying my right eye open more widely. A pencil beam of light was shone into it; I tried to blink, and close it, but the fingers held it open. Other hands wrapped something slick and cool around my right bicep, tightly – blood pressure cuff, I thought numbly. Still being able to make such fine distinctions was a point of some pride to me just at the moment.
Something cold, and hard, but considerably more petite than my new boyfriend was slipped into my rectum; probably a thermometer, I guessed, judging from the other routine physical information that they seemed to be gathering. I exhaled forcefully through my nose, my teeth still clamped tightly on the rubber dowel.
“How are you feeling, Van darling?”
I rolled my good eye toward the sound of my demon’s voice, biting harder into the thick rubber bit. I said nothing.
Another hand moved into my field of vision, gently prising my jaws open, and swinging the dowel from range. Saliva trailed from my mouth in slender ropes, one still hooked onto the retreating black rubber bit. I panted softly, staring up at Beatrix Mackay, still saying nothing.
“Persephone here tells me that you are quite a quick study, Van. I had hoped that that might turn out to be the case, as time is rather of the essence for me just at the moment.”
She reached out a hand, and brushed my dripping hair back from my damp forehead. I shuddered at that cool, reptilian touch again, a touch that I had quickly come to associate with pain, and degradation, and self-loathing.
She moved her hand down to my shoulder, and over my back, down to my buttocks, insinuating her fingers into my crack. She found the end of the rectal thermometer and, after giving it an entirely unneccessary little twirl in my throbbing anus, slid it slowly out of me. I jerked as if I’d stuck my finger in a light socket.
She held the slender mercury-filled glass tube up to the light, a puzzled expression on her face. “Ninety-seven point nine, ‘Seph,” she said, shaking the thermometer down again, and sliding it back into a jar of alcohol. She turned to me with a pensive look.
“Are you about to begin ovulating, Van?”
I curled my lip back in a sneer. “Why? Wanna have my love child, Bea?” I cringed as a strong hand closed over my battered sex, pinching my swollen outer lips together painfully.
“Answer Doctor’s questions with a minimum of smart-ass, if you would, please,” I heard the woman called Persephone say. I clenched my pc, and snorted through my nose again.
“I don’t normally let someone touch me like that until the third date, dear.”
The woman squeezed harder, eliciting a little cry from me. “Your friend ‘Hercule’ here comes in other sizes, and flavors, little girl,” she hissed. “Would you like to try some of them now?”.
“N…no, that’s alright…I’m f-fine here…,” I gasped.
“Well?” Beatrix Mackay waited patiently.
“If you’re asking me if am I about to start my period, the answer is ‘no’. I always run a little cool. Especially after I’ve been tortured for eighteen hours.” My voice dripped with sarcasm and, I hoped, the contempt I held her in.
Beatrix Mackay just nodded, a thoughtful look in her eyes. “Yes, well, that’s very promising as well…we’ll have to look into that in greater depth later. But just for now, I think it’s time for you and I to have another little talk. Shall we?”
She gestured at the woman behind me, and hands went to the belt around my waist, and the cuffs holding my hands and knees on the contact plates. Mackay herself loosened the straps holding my head in place in the metal frame. An arm was slipped beneath my abdomen, and I was slowly helped to my trembling legs. The woman called Persephone tossed a thick terry towel in my direction, and I caught it, swabbing my chest and belly with it, dabbing at my still dripping private parts as well. I cringed as I toweled off; Dr Mackay took my right wrist, and turned it palm up, examining the reddened burns on it.
“Not too bad,” she murmured again, opening a small jar and slathering a dollop of its contents over my palms, then kneeling and applying more to my knees. I closed my eyes, sighing with relief as I felt the cooling unguent being absorbed by my skin already. I wrapped the towel around myself, and followed the tug of Dr Mackay’s hand toward a small table and two chairs. As I neared the comfortable looking chair, Persephone reached out and adroitly plucked the towel off of me. I fell into the chair, my mouth hanging open in astonishment.
“Girls in training are to be nude at all times,” she said tersely.
“Saves on the laundry bill too, I imagine,” I said, glaring after her retreating back. We were not going to be best friends, I could tell already.
Dr. Mackay took the chair opposite me, folding her hands demurely in her lap.
“I imagine you have a million questions you’d like answered just about now, Van,” she said, looking at me carefully. “But I would ask you to please be patient, and bear with me for just a bit longer. All your questions, and more, will be answered soon, and to your complete satisfaction, I hope.”
“But first, Van,” she smiled beatifically at me.
“Two plus two…”
“Five,” I blurted out, with no hesitation whatsoever. Immediately
Unthinkingly.
Doctor Mackay positively beamed at me.
My pussy give a little spurt, and I felt my traitorous juices leaking out onto the cool leather of the chair. Dr Mackay leaned forward, brushing a fingertip lightly along my puffy cleft, capturing the glistening little drop of excitement that had escaped from my inner labia. She rubbed it thoughtfully between her thumb and finger, her eyes never leaving mine. She raised her finger deliberately to her nose, inhaling delicately.
“You have so much promise, Van.” Her green eyes darkened slightly, taking on a look of almost ineffable sadness now. She sighed, and returned her hand to her lap.
“But there is so damnably little time, as I said. Normally, you would be kept in domestic facilities, here, and brought along at a pace that would allow you to maximize your potential, become completely attuned with your body, and your powers. But there is not time for that now, unfortunately.”
“What are you talking about, Dr Mackay? And why on earth have you kidnapped me, and tortured me like this? Look, if you’ll just get me my clothes, or something to wear, I’ll be out of here in a flash, and we can both forget all about this, forget any of it ever happened. I have no idea who you are, or what you want, but believe me, you’ve got the wrong wo…”
Mackay held a restraining hand up, palm toward me.
“Too late for that, I’m afraid, Van. And as for a mistake, no, I’ve made no mistake with you. We’ve been watching you for quite some time, you know. Ever since you made young Jolie’s acquaintance nearly two years ago. I had hoped to bring you along gradually, and willingly into our organization.
“Unhappily, events have moved beyond that now.”
“I don’t understand…”
Mackay studied me intently in silence for a moment. Finally she spoke.
“I have lost something, Van. Something very valuable, and very important to me, to the organization, to the very future of our movement, if I might be permitted a small bit of hyperbole. A member of WISDOM who has been functioning for quite some time as an agent for the the disruption and eventual destruction of several major drug smuggling networks operated by various terrorism-sponsoring states.
“I’m sorry, I still don’t understand …what does any of that have to do with me?”
“It is not that common to find a woman who speaks French, Italian, Greek, Arabic, Farsi and Amharic, wears a Versace as if it were made for her, and can converse intelligently about pre-Persian Mesopotamian antiquities while she plans the interdiction of multi-million dollar shipments of heroin from the Shinwar Valley via Istanbul.
“Brie Analeiou is such a woman. “
“I have lost a very valuable asset. You are going to locate that asset for me, and extract it.
“If that is not possible, you are going to liquidate it for me.”
I gaped at her as if she had two heads, and I was only just for the first time noticing it.
“You’re mad,” I laughed, when I had recovered from my initial shock. “What in the world would ever lead you to think that I could possibly pull off… would even remotely consider…I just… I mean… why ME?”
“You minored in Arabic languages at university, and speak French, Italian and Spanish fluently. You ran your own business at the tender age of twenty-one, mixing, and holding your own with the the literary heavyweights and cognoscenti of New York city for the better part of two years. For the last seven years, because of your husband’s business dealings, you’ve been hostessing fancy dress do’s and rubbing elbows with some of the most high-powered financial movers and shakers in the world. You’re as at home at a formal dress reception for Prince Turki al Faisal – who I understand you have met, incidentally, several times – as you are at a social mixer for the faculty of a university, or chairing a women’s community outreach meeting. You’re intelligent and you’re savvy, with looks and style. Those are things that one is born with, and that simply can’t be taught.
“And you possess one other unique quality for us at the moment…You’re completely expendable.”
Beatrix Mackay flashed that cool, infuriating smile at me again
“As I said, your indoctination into our little fold would have been handled in a much different fashion had we the time. Now, I need you in Alexandria. And I need you there by the end of the month. So I will be sending you to the Mediterranean, this very evening, to complete your training. To an island we own there. A quite private, very special island, Van.”
I stared dumbfounded at Beatrix Mackay, momentarily deprived of the power of speech again. Finally I recovered the use of my legs, and my tongue, if not my wits. I leaped from my chair.
“If you think I’m sticking around here to listen to anymore of this paranoid delusional fantasy of yours, Doctor Mackay, you’re even crazier than you appear to be! I, however, am not, and am getting the hell out of this looney tunes laughing academy cum whorehouse, clothes or not! Now if you’ll just excuse me please…”
I began to turn away from her, wondering which of the panels on the brushed steel walls might be the exit, when Dr Beatrix Mackay clapped her hands once, then folded them in her lap again. I heard footsteps approaching me from behind. I sensed Persephone behind me again, and others. Before I could whirl on them, gloved hands closed on my biceps, and another gripped me by the neck like a vise. Persephone, I had no doubt. I felt the sharp sting of another needle stick in my right buttock, and sagged almost immediately in their grasp.
“Take our guest to the helipad waiting area, and get her ready for travel…at once. Oh, and have Erica get her young friend ready as well. She might as well have someone she knows around to keep her company, if she becomes too homesick…” She jerked her head in the general direction of the door, indicating that our little téte a téte was at an end. I turned on her, snarling, my eyes already unfocused from the drug.
“There’s a rubber suite at the local HoJo’s for the Criminally Deranged with your name on it, you know that don’t you Dr. Mackay?” I slurred, my tongue and lips already going
numb.
She smiled frostily at me. “Just learn your lessons, dear. Quickly.”
“You’re going to need them…”
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© MEB 2002