"Summer in Paradise" by Fox
Chapter 7
She lay curled in a fetal position. Her fist was pressed up against her
mouth. Her body, once so soft and smooth, was filthy with straw, water, sperm,
urine, blood and shit. Purple and black marks dappled her ass, legs, breasts;
red marks appeared fiery against the paleness of her belly and breasts. She
whimpered softly, body shaking. She felt cold, she was hungry, she was
terrified. She felt lost.
She knew more about pain now than she had ever dreamed possible. It was the
unimaginable horrible pain of being beaten, slowly, methodically, and cruelly.
So that no matter what you did, it only got worse, but never so bad you could
escape it. And it hurt more afterward than during. But it was the mental cruelty
that hurt the most. She had seen her lover murdered, then she had been raped and
beaten and raped again and beaten again, then just dumped into a horse stall
with no food or water, just straw. And then, when she thought it might be over,
they had pissed on her and spit on her and whipped her once more before leaving.
That was hours? minutes? ago - Summer no longer knew.
They said they would be back.
And that when they came back, it would be worse.
Because then they would be rested, their bellies would be full, and they
would be in no hurry.
It would be worse. Much, much worse.
But not for them no, it would be amusing for them. But it would be very, very
bad for Summer.
A spasm racked her body. She retched, but had nothing left to purge, and the
dry heaves hurt.
Off in the distance, there was the clicking sound of the electronic lock to
the heavy steel door being activated. The sound of several sets of booted feet
clicked closer.
A panel in the door slid open. A woman's dark eyes peered into the stall
through the small, barred viewing space. Summer was curled up on the straw. A
convex mirror positioned in a corner high above the floor, ensured that there
was nowhere in the stall for anyone or anything to hide.
Silent as a hungry snake, she watched for a few minutes. The girl was
racked with the dry heaves, alternating with sobs and tears. It would not be
long before she was perfectly ready to be moulded into whatever Angelita wanted.
The woman had done this before, changing an individual's thought processes,
making him or her pliable, but not broken. Suggestible, but not an automaton.
This girl will be no different, and in fact, because of her natural
submissiveness, might be even easier to tame and recondition. No matter how long
it takes, she thought, this will be fun.
First softly closing the viewing panel, the woman stepped back from the
door. She motioned with her hand to the guard. His footsteps were deliberately
loud. Angelita moved in the direction of the door to the stall.
The second woman touched Angelita on the shoulder.
"Remember, be gentle. If you want her, then win her to you," she
whispered.
With a mighty clattering of bolts, the soldier threw the door open and
stomped into the room. He stood still, rifle pointing at Summer. The girl jerked
about in the straw, whimpering, desperate to find a hiding place, to bury
herself under the straw like a little mouse. Angelita counted to three, and then
entered the stall.
Made of rough wood, the stall was not very big - about 8 feet long, 10
feet high, and 4 feet wide. Too small for a horse, it was ideal for a large dog,
or a human. Straw was piled into one corner. Ringbolts were situated at
strategic locations around the stall, enabling those in charge to immobilize the
occupant in any one of a hundred different positions.
""What has happened to you?" cried Angelita upon seeing Summer cowering
on her bed of straw. She snapped at the guard. "Fetch her a blanket and some
water to drink."
The guard obeyed instantly.
Speaking gently, soothingly, Angelita approached the terrified girl. She
spoke to Summer in a soft caressing voice to calm the girl's fears, knowing that
terror had penetrated her every pore, and that trust would have to be purchased.
Her lust for the girl was in high gear - she could feel the butterflies swarming
in her groin at the thoughts of possessing this red-haired morsel. But she
wanted Summer to be totally hers, in mind and heart and body. And then, when she
was totally hers ....
The guard returned. Angelita took the blanket. Careful not to touch her,
Angelita tenderly draped it over the shivering girl. She offered the tin cup of
water. The girl backed away, the blanket falling from her naked body. Placing
the cup on the straw, Angelita stepped back, giving her captive some space.
"Drink," she said, "the water is good for you. I will be back later."
She gestured to the soldier. The two of them left the small cell.
Summer didn't move. Her body was so sore! She was so hungry and thirsty,
and yet she wanted to just curl up and die. Her mind slid between the here and
now and that quiet empty space where it had taken refuge during the brutalizing
the previous evening. She reached for the tin cup, then suddenly pulled her hand
back with a gasp. What if it was a trick? What if it is drugged and they were
just going to throw her to the soldiers again? What if it is poison?
It dawned on her that there was no need for drugs or poison - if they
wanted her dead, they would just shoot her and be done with it. And as for rape
and torture, well, there was nothing she could do to stop that from happening.
She reached again for the water cup. The tin was cold, a tiny bead of
condensation on the side. She focused her eyes, her mind, her whole world on
that bead of water. It was incredible, that tiny droplet. What mysteries did it
shelter within? She realized she was slowly losing her mind, and so she drank,
just a little sip, from the cup.
The water was cold, fresh, spring sweet. It felt so good in her mouth!
So wonderful sliding down her throat! Looking into the cup, she realized she had
gulped it all. She shivered, and without thinking, wrapped the blanket around
her shoulders. It was rough, a horse blanket, and it felt warm and snuggly as
the finest cashmere.
For the first time, Summer looked around her surroundings. She was in
some kind of horse stall, only it was far too small for a horse. Then she
realized it was designed for humans, as a holding pen - or jail cell. She
whimpered, and lay back on the straw. Her knees curled up against her breasts,
and she huddled back, cold, terrified, alone.
Angelita leaned back in the swivel office chair. She smiled as she
watched the closed circuit monitor. Her new acquisition might work out very
nicely, she thought, once she gets used to her surroundings, and her new life.
She might be right for a house slave, perhaps the pony cart, or maybe even as a
pleasure slave ... Angelita remembered how she had come across the girl, naked
and in bondage. Obviously she was very much into submission and being
controlled, so yes, maybe pony training or a pleasure slave will be just right.
Time will tell, she thought. Time, and Cassandra. In the meanwhile, Leon and
his friend Miguel can break her. Not too much though, she reconsidered, for that
Miguel is a very dangerous character. And when Summer is ready, I'll reward
those two soldier boys.
Angelita turned to the soldier who was attending to the other monitors.
"Show me number 24", she ordered. The image of a young man, chained hand and
foot to the four walls of the cell, appeared on her screen. She lit a cigarette
and inhaled, deeply, a wicked smile appearing at the corners of her mouth, as
she watched one of her guards touch the man's testicles with a long stick-like
thing. He jumped and writhed as an electric current pierced his body.
Alone in her cell, Summer whimpered to hear a man cry out in pain.
