Strange Queens Ch. 04

They'd hit it off from then, chatting, eventually realising where they'd seen each other before. Now they stepped out from the van together, the blonde teen girl who'd been darted four times and a young black haired girl with stunning complexion, milky white face framed in long black hair. She might have been Asian, perhaps Korean, or perhaps had a little African in her. Whatever it was, it gave her flawless features and firm, perky curves. Katrina watched them go together, still whispering to each other, somehow knowing they'd be friends for a long, long time from now on. Covered by the underground car park, the girls had made it to the lifts fine, but had sprinted like naughty girls through the halls until they got to an open room.

They snuck in, giggling, holding a finger to their lips when they heard the shower in the other room. Once they'd called for room service to come by with the excuse that they'd been bathing downstairs, they snuck out again, only pausing to knick the chocolates from this unsuspecting occupant's pillow. Thankfully, the room service attendant had been a plump older lady, and she simply smiled and nodded and handed them their room card. They'd thanked her and rushed in quickly, and she walked away, smiling and shaking her head. Teenagers and their sexuality, she thought wryly. Whatever will they get up to once they'd finished being more than "just friends," she couldn't imagine.

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The next few stops were close by, and they saw Diana, a petite woman of mousey brown elegance, returned to her suburban home along the train line. She'd had to break a window to get in, but she was otherwise home safe and sound, save for a rather frightened cat that had been sleeping in her bushes.

Next came Claudia, a busty German girl with a body that would make a porn star shy. She'd taken the time to climb into the cabin and kiss each of the girls before she'd left, thanking them once again. She wasn't as fortunate as the others had been, since she had a room-mate. Jordan had been the quick thinker on this one, stepping quickly out of the cabin and striding up to the busty girl's side. When they reached the door, she cupped her hand on her hip and kissed her gently, passionately, right as the door opened. That saw Room Mate to her place, and she was completely silent for the rest of the night, much to Claudia's utter delight.

Finally, they pulled up to a trailer park by the shore and saw Jessica, a 28 year old woman with very little stunning beauty about her. She had been one of the hardest hit of the group, and she took a moment to talk to Rachel.

'Thank you once more for saving my life.' She said evenly. 'I once told you that I didn't see any reason to live. I had nothing out here, no family, no friends. I don't even have a home, not really. It wasn't until you got us out and showed me that it was possible that I realised I had something to live for after all; myself. I have a journey to see through, my own journey, and you helped me see that it is a story that deserves to be told.' She took Rachel's hand. 'I never knew how much I missed this stupid place until I couldn't see it again. Thank you for bringing me back.' They hugged, and Rachel auspiciously flicked a tear away while they embraced.
As they parted, Jordan stepped casually up to them. 'Mind if I ask you something?' she enquired. The girl nodded.

'Anything.'

'Well,' she began, 'why were you picked? You're beautiful, no doubt about it, but everyone so far has either been of flawless complexion, feminine build or curvy as hell. You're a bit of all of those, but none as well.'
The girl smiled at her feet as Jordan spoke and laughed. 'Ordinary. Normally, you know, I'd be insulted.' She said. 'But I think ordinary is exactly what I want to be for a while. The reason they picked me is easy. I used to be in porn. Six years of my life I filmed and shot sex movies for everything from internet videos to cinema scenes. If you ever see Catch of the Night, that old action flick from years ago, there's a scene with a stripper on a pole. She dances the whole time the two detectives are bargaining. They never acknowledge her, but they both toss her money while they talk. That was me.' Jordan mouthed a "no". She nodded, 'It's true. They called me Trixie Vixen, because I took it hard, took it long and took a pounding. I can take it anywhere and I can take it whole and I don't stop taking it until the floor's got puddles on it.' She shrugged. 'Not just men, either. I fucked girls. I fucked both at the same time if it got me the job. Guess that makes a pretty good sales target.'

She turned, glancing over at her trailer. 'I'd better go before someone sees us. We're not here for a peep show, not anymore. Thank you, both. Again.' She said, before turning and jogging quickly away. Jordan seemed shocked, Rachel just shook her head and laughed. 'Come on, you.' She said.

*

The sun had well past the horizon by the time the van pulled away from its last stop, having dropped off Brianna and her mother at a country house just outside town. The mother, who told them her name was Audrey, lived there.
'You have all been heroes. You saved our lives,' she told them, stepping onto the curb and looking at the three girls before her. By her side, Brianna stood, her arm around her mother's waist. Even though the beautifully curvy Asian was short, Brianna's tiny frame still stood half a head below her. She casually ruffled her daughter's hair. 'If it was not for you, we would have been sold as slaves of sex. I could not have beared knowing my daughter had suffered this. If ever you need my help, or the help of my little girl, you call us. Please.' Audrey had already written a number on the back of Jordan's address list, and Brianna had signed it with two hearts and a tiny gun. Also on the back of the paper was Amanda's number, plus a torn corner on which she'd written it for Brianna, as well as two other numbers from the group. A few others had chosen to write simple thank you notes as their parting gift.

Audrey bent down, and Jordan and the crew watched her as she wrapped her arms around Brianna and hugged her tightly. Brianna returned the hug strongly. Then, they each did the rounds, hugging the three humbled women by the van. Brianna took her time, pressing herself into them and sniffing deeply. 'I want to remember you always. I want to remember how you look, how you feel, and how you smell.' She said simply. When she was done, she stepped back and took her mother's hand, and the girls got back in the empty van. They waved as the vehicle pulled off from the curb in the night, kept waving until the red of its lights disappeared into the darkness.

The two women turned, and Brianna looked up at her parent. 'I'll miss them.' She said plainly. Her mother nodded and kissed her, and they made their way towards the house, Brianna's hands lovingly touching her all the way.

'Who cares if they're genetically linked or not, even if they only found each other in the cells, it's nice to know they've formed a bond so tight it mimics parenthood.' Rachel said as she turned back onto the main roads. Jordan nodded. 'These girls were all picked because they're lone targets, disadvantaged in some way. We were all picked because we're alone, we don't have anyone else. In a world this fucked up, where girls from everywhere can be kidnapped and locked away for slave trade, why shouldn't they be allowed to see each other that way if that's how they feel happy? It's better than being alone.'
A few moments past in silence. 'So, I guess it's just us left now. Where are we going first, your place, Jordan, or yours Katrina?' Rachel asked. Neither spoke. 'Guys?'

Eventually, Katrina turned back to face them, and they could see the sadness in her face. 'I don't want to go home. There's nothing for me there. It's lonely.' She looked at them both, and through the intermittent flashing of the street lights on her skin, the girls thought they could see tears in her eyes. 'I want to stay with you.'

Jordan took a long look at them both, and then took a deep breath. 'Well...' she began. 'I was going to ask if you'd be okay leaving the van for me. I've got, well, space where I live. Besides, I have someone else I need to find, someone who might be locked up somewhere like where we were. I could use the van.' The girls looked at each other. Rachel saw Katrina's eyes glowing back at her. Katrina opened her mouth to argue, possibly to suggest she stay with Jordan -- she didn't know about the expansive mountainside household, but "space" sounded good, even if she lived in the back of the van. But, before she said anything, Rachel cut her off.

'I'll get off at Katrina's stop then.' She said. Her eyes glinted in the dark. 'I'll find my way home from there.' She almost felt she could hear a sound from the gold haired girl when she said that, but she wasn't sure. Jordan paused, but then nodded. Katrina's lonely house might not be so bad with Rachel there. Plus, she suspected Rachel would be the one person Katrina would want around her empty life. There was a bond.

'Okay, sounds like a plan to me. Katrina, where's your place?'

*

The van pulled into a thin lane, an old Victorian style alley. Two, three and four story mini apartments stood along its length, each with their own small private car park. They found the one, a six story block, black and solid in the night sky. They turned into the car park and Rachel stopped the van.

'I guess this is us.' She said. Jordan nodded. Then, silence. Katrina looked about herself awkwardly. After so long together, after the bonds they'd made, the emotions they'd found for each other -- from Katrina's tender, loving kiss that had made Rachel melt to Jordan's hypnotically addictive orgasm before and the time they'd spent in their cell, Rachel didn't know if she felt she could say goodbye to them, whether or not she'd be seeing Katrina or not. This was their moment, their team. They'd done a lot together and they had been free. No one had been in control; no one had been there to judge them. It was just the three of them and the world. It was an addictive sensation, and going back to normality just felt wrong.

Rachel cleared her throat to say something, but Jordan turned. She was on her in a moment, caught Rachel off guard. But she wasn't touching her, and she didn't try to seduce her. Her hands just went to her face as she kissed her, fully, her kiss soft and her lips full and tender, but nothing more. Rachel felt herself relaxing, felt herself at peace, but this time she knew it wasn't any hypnotic tricks. She just felt safe. Safe with a friend, a friend that knew here better than any and that she knew every bit as deeply, a friend she would know for a very long time.

They pulled away, and Jordan turned to Katrina. She seemed much shyer, but Jordan took her hand and placed her lips on it gently. Katrina smiled slightly, and that seemed to break the ice with her. She allowed Jordan to lean in and their lips touched, and Katrina experienced the full softness of those big, loving lips on her own. The two parted, and Katrina let out the breath she'd been holding unknowingly. A swimming, misty bliss dissipated from her mind she hadn't noticed appear.

'Thank you both for being my friends.' Jordan told them. She put a hand on each of their legs. 'Thank you for saving my life, both of you. I owe you myself, and if you need me, I want you to call. My number is on the paper.' She smiled. 'Though It might be me that needs help soon enough.'
Rachel took the paper and found a clean edge, and she wrote her old number on it.

'I don't know if this will still be connected when I get back,' she said, 'but I want you to call it. I'm here for you, as your friend, forever. If you need me, or if you just want to talk, call. Please.' She tore it off and pushed it into Rachel's hand, and she smiled. Then, the girls opened the doors and got down. They walked around the van and stood before it. Jordan shuffled over into the driver's seat and took the wheel, releasing the handbrake. The girls waved in her headlights, their clear skin glowing, Katrina's bright hair shining powerfully. Her eyes shone radiantly, like an animal's in torchlight, the golden rings as clear as day. She backed out of the car park, waved once more, and rolled away up the lane. She did her best not to shake too badly from the tears that were beginning to roll down her cheeks as she left them behind.

*

The girls reached the fourth floor and Katrina found her room. She tried the door and found it unlocked. Stepping in slowly, she flipped the light on and looked around. Everything was as she'd left it, more or less. Her desk, armed with a computer tower and twin monitors, sat dark on the desk. It had been turned off. Her clothes were in the small open wardrobe, and the pile she'd left on the floor to wash on the weekend was clean and folded on her bed. The bed had been made, but that much was fairly normal, since the night she'd been taken, she hadn't gotten into it when she'd fallen asleep.

'Looks like room service cleaned up my mess. I guess I had made enough payments forward to cover the last three months, or they'd have turned me out and sold my stuff by now.' She looked about, checking here and there. Rachel stepped in and looked about, waiting, watching Katrina run here and there. Eventually, the blonde stopped her checks and smiled shamefully. 'I'm sorry,' she said, going to Rachel. 'I didn't mean to ignore you. I get very conscious of my personal space, I wanted to know everything was here.'
Rachel shook her head. 'Not at all, this is your home and you've been away from it for a long time. You're allowed to be concerned.' Katrina smiled at her and she took her hands.

'You know when we...' she paused. 'Well, when I, um...'
'When you kissed me today?' Rachel finished for her softly. She smiled again.
'Uh, yeah, when I kissed you.'
Rachel smiled and put her arms around the girl and pulled her close. 'Don't mention it. You surprised me, but I realised something when you did it. I realised I never really saw how beautiful you are.' She felt Katrina stiffen ever so slightly in her arms.

'Really?' she whispered.
'Yeah! You're really beautiful. But I don't just mean physically,' she said, releasing the girl and holding her at arms' length. She looked deep into her golden eyes. 'You're a beautiful individual mentally, too. You're a really special girl, Kat, a real catch. I'm glad I had the honour of meeting you.'
The girls looked at each other, and slowly, slowly, they leaned in. Their lips met with the lightest of touches, tentative and shy. They paused, kissed again, more fully this time.

Before long, the girls were locked in a loving kiss, unable to release each other, each one addicted to the taste of the other's lips. They made out until their cheeks went numb. Then, wordlessly, they moved to the bed, slipping under the sheets and pulling them up over their heads after them.

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PART 4

"Who knows how long things will stay like this? Someday things might be different. We'll be out here for ninety years. Boyfriends, they come and go, but our friendships are forever. My friendships are what mean the most to me. Always."

~ Adaptation of a quote from Leonella, TV series Silversun, ABC, 2004.

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Three days later

Kapplin Correctional Facility, Operational Station, 18:34 PM

The slim figure of the naked Roberts, or rather the figure of Chelsea's body occupied by the consciousness of Roberts, could be seen below in the chamber. Looking down upon her from the one-way reflective ceiling, a mirrored ceiling just like the one-way mirrors in police interrogation offices, Paulo, his son Albert, and a white-coated operative stood in a small circle. Tiffany wasn't with them, having left her outside this high-level access section of the facility. She had volunteered to wait in the waiting rooms, knowing already that she would never be allowed in. The others both knew she wouldn't have stayed in that waiting room for long. Not here.

Down in the stark, empty cell, Roberts hung suspended in the air. Four super strong, plastic wrapped nylon cables stretched out from a thick harness tightly strapped to her body. Each cable reached up to the corners of the room, bound to thick coiled springs. Far from being lose, the springs were like those from a car's suspension, and didn't budge under the woman's weight.
The harness itself was big and thick and strapped tightly to her skin with a secure mix of Velcro straps and looped belts. It was large, too, with its top reaching up under her breasts and its bottom coming down over her hips, ending just above her crotch.

But that wasn't all -- her arms were trussed up, held out beside her and bent at the elbow, four individual padded straps winding around her arms. Two held her upper arm firmly, both with their own cables reaching up to fixtures in the ceiling. Her lower arm too had twin wristlets, firm fabric straps that secured fast into the ceiling above. The cuffs also attached to her harness, as such not only ensuring that she couldn't lower her arms, but also ensuring that she couldn't raise them. In essence, she was a puppet hanging forever posed.

But that still wasn't the end of her bindings. Her legs were arrayed with a network of strapping and fixtures, both legs held bent under her, like she was sitting down, only her entire form tilted forward at an odd angle. Her thighs were supported by their own cables and straps, so too her ankles. Even a strap around her neck adjoined itself to the rest of her harnessing and the ceiling, essentially forming an incredibly effective chastity trap. This didn't just restrict her access, this disabled her, locked her in place, prevented any movement. Indeed, the most naked and unhindered parts of her body were in fact her privates, her breasts allowed to hang free over her harness, her cunt exposed to the air around her.

As for the cell itself, it was laboratory grade. White, sterile walls surrounded her, walls that impassively formed the square box she hung freely in. Underneath her was a tiled floor, also sterile clean. Above however was the odd one out, a mirrored ceiling. Peering up as far as she could, she could just make out her own prone form dangling in the reflection.

Roberts snuffed in her mind. If they thought this was going to put her off, they were sorely, severely mistaken. If one didn't take into consideration Robert's extensive background in mental research, and if they didn't take in her own facilities back in her mountainside home, facilities in which she had rooms much like this very one she was now in, it was still far too easy to judge her and know that she could see through their facility like a window. The ceiling above would be the observation point, offering what was essentially a 360 degree view of her down in the hold. The floor underneath would be the action station, the tiles being mechanically augmentable to enable whatever tools lie beneath to slide in and out of position freely around her as her captors saw fit. As for the suspension, which was the easiest point of all; it rendered her helpless, made her feel powerless and small, made her feel exposed and vulnerable. Your average male or female would find it very, very hard to resist whatever suggestions and ideas were being presented to them when completely helpless like this.

But not Roberts. Roberts was a different kind of person. Not only was she already well versed in mental stimulation techniques of these sorts, but she was an avid subscriber to such ideas as suggestion implantation and stimulus retention. Beyond any of that, she pleasured and took pleasure from submissive women daily, especially forcibly submissive ones. And she was a hardass. An absolute, deadest, never give up and never say die hard motherfucker. She'd survived as nothing more than a sub subconsciousness lying dormant inside Chelsea's brain for months without withering away, and here she was, in full control of the same person's mind while the original owner melted away in her own memory. If anyone could endure this place's attempts, it would be her. Surely.