Strange Queens Ch. 03

'Quickly, help the people around you. You,' she pointed at a mid-height blonde next to the girl who'd been darted first, still prying at the embedded black casing in her leg painfully. 'Help her, get her with us. Pretty soon she'll start losing concentration, I need you to help her walk until we get her into a van. Then she can stay with you guys while we get the fuck out of here.' She turned to Gold. 'Are you alright?'

Goldilocks looked at her and nodded, her jaw visibly tensed. It would do. 'Alright. Let's move. To the vans! Go!' Rachel shouted. Collectively, the girls moved, most running at a sort of walk pace, their legs barely used to the returned full range of motion, let alone running. Rachel stayed close to Gold and the blonde helping the darted girl, making sure they were keeping up. Cautiously, she cast a worrying glance behind them, a nervous action, just in case any guards were coming up behind the group. But she blanched as she saw something worse, because, on all fours in the grass right outside the kitchen door was one of the girls. Rachel swore and pelted back to her. She was bent low, arms crossed under her forehead on the grass, panting. The dart was working fast on her. Rachel knelt quickly and lifted her forcefully up, the girl resisting her.

'Come on, you have to move,' she breathed. The girl shook, and Rachel could almost feel the raging inferno that would be right now burning with a furious intensity Inside the older female's cunt. She shook her shoulders and tried to make her stand. 'Come on!'

But the woman looked up with deep, empty eyes. 'I'm done, child.' She said without a single hesitation. 'My life was over long before I came here. It's only right I should go out as a prisoner here. At least I'll go with one last lonely fucking diddle to my name.'

'You can't stay here. The drug will sedate you, seduce you, but you won't be like this forever. They'll lock you back up and sell you. Is that what you want?' Rachel asked her seriously. The girl's neck muscles twinged in reaction to her body's sensations, but her gaze remained steady.

'I don't want anything, anymore.' She said plainly. 'I have nothing left in this world. Not in my old life.'

But Rachel had seen too many upsetting things today -- from the fear of seeing her friend sedated to the horror of the guard and Gloria glaring down over her, to the fights that had ended in either her friends or the guards sucked into a sedated lusty coma, to Effie's sacrifice to seeing more of these girls hit by darts and knowing where their mind would be in ten minute's time. She would be fucked up the ass by a fucking didgeridoo before she let another innocent girl give up her life in one way or another just for her. She gripped the older woman's shoulders and yanked her to her feet, hooking her arm under hers before her knees gave out under her.

Gritting her teeth, she began to force herself forwards, her muscles straining, the girl's weight threatening to tip her over. It was slow, but she moved, ignoring everything but the need to put one foot before the other and get them both to the vans. Ahead of her, the others were already piling into the nearest black vehicle, and Rachel saw Amanda helping Gold with her friend. She was only eighty metres away now, not far to go.

And then Rachel saw something else that put a bite in her step and made her force herself forwards. Beside the car she saw Brianna emerge, knees bent, hunched, two-handed pistol outstretched, firing. Behind her, one of the taller girls, she looked, who knows, perhaps twenty-five, was helping a severely low-on-strength Jordan, hobbling and shaking terribly and looking deathly pale and drained but awake and alive, around and into the side of the van. Seeing them working to get out, and saving her friend, drove her legs into full power and she began to force them forwards. As she moved she felt the older woman jolt slightly but she didn't dare stop, she just kept moving.

Ahead of her, just fifty metres away now, Brianna squeezed her trigger and loosed a shot that wacked with finality into the thigh of one of the guards that had emerged from the shed. Rachel stole a look to her left and regretted it instantly, because she saw the last of the guards, two of them, shielding themselves behind the kitchen bench, the long and plain table their lunch had been on in the shed, carried out and upturned in the grass. The two black clothed people stood with the dart rifles to their shoulders, compact scopes flicked up, large magazines slotted into their underslung clip loaders.

And now the shit really started to hit the fan. The two guards, armed with twenty round clips and wind marked sights, had easy pickings on the naked and exposed women. They started raining sleepers down on the naked girls. Black shells appeared in the legs, arms and bodies of women not hiding behind or in the van, while deep scratch marks appeared in the side of the van the girls were loading. Rachel saw at least three of their party, Amanda among them, all hit in moments.

But she didn't have time to stop, to think about the deadly aim the guards had or the open target she was. She just kept moving, forcing her feet down, begging any possible god that might give a shit about her to let her get there without being hit. She ran and she didn't stop, not even when she felt a stinging pain in her lower calf, felt her weight nearly drop off-balance.

As miraculous as it might have been, ten seconds later Rachel flung herself and her companion down in the dirt behind the cover of the van and lifted herself up, panting, her older accomplice dropping like a stone to her knees. Rachel looked up and saw the side door of the van open, Brianna crouched in it, waving to them. Beside her, one of the younger girls, an enviously big-breasted girl with a frizzy cropping of springy brown hair and distinctively mousey-brown features was heaving one of the older inminstresses up and into the van.

Behind her stood Gold Eyes, waiting to step inside herself. Rachel caught her arm quickly and said, 'Get her in the van. I want you in the front!' to her, flinching as the panel on van next to theirs popped with the sound of a dart hitting it. Gold quickly stepped over and helped Rachel lift the older girl up, her body clearly now starting to fall under the effects of two darts' worth of the drug in her. As soon as she was in Brianna's care Rachel threw the van door closed and swung the driver's door open, slipping over into the driver's side seat and allowing Gold to join her. A wide and low van, designed as an all-rounder for any sort of hauling or transport, it had enough room in the cabin for three to sit if the middle person sat with their legs slightly widened for the shift -- and if they didn't mind someone reaching somewhat near their junk to shift. Quickly, Rachel found the ignition and thanked Jesus's little balls that there were keys in it. She turned them and heard the engine tick over and start.

Slamming it into reverse she dug the wheels in and they were moving. 'We don't have a way out!' Gold shouted, one arm on the dash, the other on the seat, her fingers tensing tight.

'I know that!' Rachel clenched her teeth, spinning the van on the spot and slamming it into drive, doing a 100 degree spin on the momentum of her reversing. The car came to a stop facing the general direction of the two riflemen by their shed and she floored it, the black van picking up speed quickly. The guards, for their part, saw what was coming for them if they stayed and rolled out the way just in time to see the vehicle crack through their table, shattering it into two pieces and casting the halved parts aside as it rammed through. Now on the other side of the shed, Rachel had just enough room to turn around in front of a second, larger shed, any progress in this direction blocked by the sheer mountainside into which the entire prison building had been forged. She tilted the van as she pivoted, not wanting to lose speed, and eventually the big car one-eighty-d and came back to face the front of the property. Rachel jammed the pedal down and the wheels spun madly.

Just as she came to the shattered table, it's legs facing all different directions, Rachel saw one of the black men with his rifle up and flinched instinctively, ducking as the windscreen right in front of her face cracked in a spider's web of fragments. She opened her eyes again to see the dart, both black casing and pressure filled vial, lodged right in the centre of the spider's web, the needle of the vial penetrating through the glass, the body of the round held outside by its sheer size difference to the needle. Had this been a bullet, it would have rammed through the glass before it had even shattered, but because of the shape and velocity on these larger darts, its own body had caught it, only the thin needle breaking the glass. Rachel peered through the cracks and saw her target out beyond her damaged windscreen as she flew past the offending guard. Gold eyes shot a warning to her, her arm bulging with tension on the dash, but she just drove her molars together and prayed that this wasn't a sliding gate.

The van screamed forwards, kicking gravel and dirt out behind it, and smashed it's grill on the solid metal of the gate, forcibly throwing the interwoven chains off and snapping the steel lock in its casing, the swinging gates flying open. The van quickly rose up the small incline to the road and lifted its tyres momentarily off the planet as it crested the hill, dropping smoothly down on the other side of the road. Rachel yanked on her steering, throwing the girls in the back against the wall, Brianna, crouching on the floor of the van doing her best to keep the darted women from moving too violently, a few other girls sitting so they could rest their heads on their legs, suddenly found herself sideways as her nose cracked against the metal of the nearest dart-stricken girl's breastplate. She lifted herself up and touched her nose to find blood, but she did her best to sniff it back and quickly dropped herself to her butt, pulling her patient up between her legs to hold her close. She absently bit her lip, her hair splayed across her face, blood trickling over her lip, and wished against hope that her friends had done it.

Up in the cab, Rachel wrestled with her steering as she brought the van back up onto the road, the whole vehicle tilting drastically. She mounted the dirt hill and sped away, doing her best to keep her straight.

She hadn't seen it yet, but about a hundred metres behind them, a second van swung out onto the road and sped off after them, its driver fiercely determined, one rifle-armed guard and one pistol armed one perched on the seat beside him, ready to open fire. The rifleman leaned out the window and took aim, carefully sizing up his target, taking his time, before dropping the trigger and sending a round careering towards the back doors on the van. The round fell short, dropping to the dirt right behind the fleeing slave car, never to release its sexually hyper-powerful secretion.

'Get us closer!' the rifle guard shouted. 'I need to be close enough for the shot to hit!'

The driver of the car floored his pedal and the chasing car slowly reeled in its prey, inching metre by metre closer, its only advantage it's smaller weight to carry. It crept to ninety metres away, then seventy, then fifty-five.

'Stay steady!' the rifleman yelled, sticking his head back out the window. He raised his firearm and levelled it, preparing his shot. He took his time, weighing all the equations together in his mind's eye, and then, with a breath, he depressed his trigger and a dart whistled at speed from his gun.

Now, although the vans were moving at some notable speed and hence creating a sizeable wind force against any forward momentum, thankfully - for the dart's sake - the forward momentum also meant that the dart itself had some movement when it started. Hence, although it's velocity drastically reduced in its first ten metres of flight alone, and given that these darts are designed for sub-dermal penetration of human skin only, they're not bullets, the dart only just made it to the van ahead. But the shooter hadn't been aiming for just anything; this dart was specifically meant to hit one particular part of the fleeing car. And that it did hit, it's exposed needle ramming itself into the much softer plastic of the rear door handle, a simple press-in pull-out rocker contraption, the pull-out feature opening one door, the press-in opening both.

As the needle buried itself into the plastic the force of the dart turned the rocker inwards and in a moment the back doors of the van were swinging wide open, naked girls exposed inside. One fell backwards away from the doors as they swung open, another perched on the hub of the wheel reached out to try to close it, receiving a dart in her forearm for her efforts. Another still nearly fell out, only held in by another by her side. The rifleman was quick with his work, sniping three of the females quickly with darts before the two cars started to round a bend in the track and the van moved out of his line of fire. Ahead of them he saw one of the girls he'd darted look down at her thigh in time to see the dart pop away gently and he watched the tiny purple glass glint in the sun as it dropped out the open back of the car and shot underneath their own speeding vehicle.

Up ahead, Brianna felt her ears pop as she swallowed, the taste of blood in her mouth from her own painfully hurt nose. Quickly, she put the head of the unconscious girl in her lap against the nearest female next to her and crouch walked to the back of the car, pistol ready in her left hand. She levelled it at the chasing car, but raised it again as the car suddenly rotated leftwards, rounding the bend in the road behind theirs. She took the opportunity and tapped Amanda's shoulder, who was sitting close to the right side door. She gestured to her belt but Amanda wasn't listening. Quickly, Brianna looked down at what Amanda was looking at and saw a black shell casing fastened to her inner thigh, the tiny red insertion point of the needle welling its first drop of blood in the centre of its ring.

'Amanda!' She shouted. The other girl looked up and Brianna saw the fear soaked deep in her eyes. She didn't know what to say for a moment, all she knew was that she needed the tall girl anchored on the seat-like housing of the van's rear wheel to hold her belt so she didn't fall out when she tried to close the door. So many strong emotions flew in and out of her brain so fast they might as well have been hornet fighters showing off over an air show or birds flitting between buildings, not even there long enough for her to register them. She guessed, rightly, that most of the other girls here were feeling similar. Amanda, for her part, was freshly overcome with the heart-stopping fear of her fate once the dart's injection had done it's dirty work inside her.

So it was Brianna's emotion-ridden brain that made her lean forwards and press her lips against Amanda's, her pistol hand going to her cheek, her other resting forgotten on her shoulder. For a tiny, fleeting frozen instant in time, the only thing in the world was her and Amanda, their lips pressed softly together, the taller girl's impossibly soft cushion-like lips seeming to massage her own into seduction. Amanda felt her fear and dread drain out her ass, a new sensation of calm and peace washing over her whole body, her spine tingling. She felt a twinge between her legs that up until now she had anticipated as the drug in her doing it's helplessly irresistible work on her mind.

For the briefest of instants she felt her entire mind clear, and all she knew to be true was the small and somehow impossibly worldly and talented girl before her pressing her lips against her own. Her eyes seemed to flutter for a moment, echoing her heart, the only thing she could feel other than the soft, soft lips and the tender, light fingered brushes of the young girl's fingertips on her cheek and arm.

It had only lasted an instant, but the moment had lasted forever for the two of them. Later, both of them would remember it vividly. But right then the world slammed back into full speed and Brianna's bright, focussed eyes were locked on hers. She took Amanda's hand and placed it on the back of her belt, the three-armed chastity belt that wrapped around her waist and under her crotch. Knowing, Amanda curled her fingers under it and gripped it tightly, ready to anchor the brave girl when she leaned out to shut the door. It didn't pass her attention that her hand was also itching close to her bare bum. She could feel her pussy tingle at the very thought of her proximity.

Brianna stepped right to the edge of the flat tray and leaned out, reaching for the flailing door. She made a grab at it right as it flew open again and she tipped, uttering a silent thanks to Amanda, the only thing stopping her from planting it face first in the dirt flying by only a foot away from her toes. She sized up the door again and waited for it to swing back, and she threw her arm out, just managing to catch the edge as it flew towards her. She jerked her weight back and Amanda pulled and she tipped backwards, the door crashing closed behind her, now half of the rear sealed again. Brianna smiled up at Amanda and pecked her quickly before she was moving again to check on her more stricken friends, and, just maybe, to close the other door if she could. Amanda watched her go dreamily, her pussy starting to burn with a lusty fire.

*

Up front Rachel was worried. She'd seen the chasing van and its rifleman hanging out as they'd started to curve the bend. Up ahead the road began to rise up, turning to meet the bitumen highway up ahead. She could see the dark black of the road rushing up, a red car shooting away down its length in the distance. It occurred to her in a tiny backwater part of her mind that this was the first outside human presence she'd even seen in the last two months, even if it was only the fleeting glimpse of another human being's car in the distance.

Quickly Rachel assessed her options in her head, all the while speeding up the dirt road and preparing to merge onto the highway and back into the range of humanity. Pretty soon this chase would be brought onto bitumen. A straight road and plenty of traction would mean higher speeds. She would be contending with keeping the vehicle safe whilst getting them away, while whoever could help In the back would be facing the brunt of the chasing guards' fire and trying to close the doors again. If she couldn't get rid of these guards soon, they'd gain enough of an upper hand on them that this would all be for naught -- even if that upper hand was just them shooting every girl in the back of their van.

Rachel reached down her front and quickly pulled out her stub-nosed dart pistol and held it out to her companion, Gold Eyes Lady. She took it with a questioning look.

'Look,' Rachel said, reaching with one hand over her shoulder to grab her seatbelt. 'I know we don't know each other very well, and I know you feel pretty cut right now. You've just gone from a life of grey where you couldn't move more than shuffled steps to seeing your only friend in this place-' she caught herself, not wanting to hint towards sacrificing her life, '-help us out, to having to fight for your life to get out. I don't even know your name. But you have to trust me here. If we're going to get out of this, we need to stop them chasing us. That's the only way. If we just keep running someone's luck is going to run out, and it'll either be them in the back getting shot and falling out or me crashing this fucking thing. So I need your help. Are you in?' Rachel said. Gold appraised her for a moment, and Rachel flicked her head sideways momentarily to check if she'd even heard her. Her gold, shining eyes just stared into her, her irises standing out clearly against her frame, her hair echoing their colour.