She didn’t have any trouble getting bonded when she presented herself to the city registry. A pregnant woman was a treasured commodity. She accepted a 50K bond for herself and her unborn child and lived in underground luxury for the next four months until her son was born. After that, she resumed her work as a bond girl while raising her son in the Confederacy.
There were only a dozen children near his age in the entire city, so they were all schooled together. Alicia was highly educated in the best schools and was able to pay off her bond much faster by helping as a teacher’s aid as well as becoming a much-sought-after companion for high-ranking officers and merchandisers. Once again, she was a socialite in the power circle of government, even though she was only a lowly bond girl.
When her son was fourteen, he was inducted into the army. Alicia only got to see him once a year after that.
When Colonel Sattersby became Commander of the Army in Nashville, he spotted the slender, blue-eyed blonde and bought her bond. That severely limited her freelance activities as a bond girl, but she was much more on the inside of the movers and shakers of high government as a result, and that pleased her.
She’d been with Sattersby for eight years, now, and suddenly, this morning, he’d had her arrested and thrown in prison. And she had no idea why she was here. That brings us up to the present.
“Finally!” Alicia exclaimed as she saw several security guards approaching. “Why the hell am I in here? Do you know who I am?”
A guard unlocked her cell and she arrogantly walked out into the hallway, where she was immediately grabbed. Her wrists were cuffed behind her and she was led back up the way they had arrived, angrily yelling and cussing at everyone.
An hour later, she understood.
“Two days ago,” her interrogator was saying, “you were seen consorting with a young security officer, a Lieutenant Conroy Barley. Later that night, he killed a bondsman and kidnapped a bond girl. He also stole a Jeep from the Nashville Motor Pool. Before he disabled the transponder, it indicated that he was headed West Northwest.”
Alicia stared uncomprehendingly at the savage looking, snarling man. “So?”
“Don’t play Miss Innocent with me, you fucking spy!” he snarled at her. “We’ve been watching you for eight years, just waiting for you to slip up!”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Alicia demanded. “Are you fucking nuts? My son is a member of your army. I’ve lived in the Confederacy as a bond girl for the last twenty years! How the hell do you figure I’m a spy?
“And for who?” she asked haughtily. “Who would I spy for? You’re the only government around, or maybe in your absurd paranoia you haven’t noticed that!”
“You’re looking awfully young to be forty-four,” her interrogator sneered, leaning back in his chair after listening to her tirade. “How do you do it?”
“Do what?” Alicia snarled.
“Did you use your mind power to turn him?” he asked, his voice sounding superior and snide.
“What?” she exclaimed, caught totally off guard. “What are you talking about?”
He placed a cube on the desk in front of her. She stared at it, not understanding. At a signal from her interrogator, the guard behind her jabbed her shoulder with a cattle prod.
“Aaiiieee!” Alicia screamed.
‘What the fuck was that?’
Badly shaken, Alicia mentally scanned the other minds in the room to see if there were any more ugly surprises planned for her. The little cube started blinking on and off.
“What is that?” she asked, more nervous now.
“A telepathic detector,” the man smirked. “A simple device used to keep people from cheating at cards.”
Alicia stared at the man, real fear in her eyes now.
“I’m not a spy!” she confessed. “I used to be able to read my husband’s thoughts, but I’ve never had any reason to try to undermine your government!”
‘I need help!’ she broadcast into the air as loud as she could think. ‘I think they’re going to kill me!’
The cube began blinking again.
“Calling for help?” he asked, his voice cold now.
The man stood up and picked up a very fancy looking scroll.
“Alicia Burnhart, you are accused and found guilty of the following charges:
“1. Using telepathy to brainwash a security officer and make him a traitor to his people.
“2. Spying on the Confederacy and using telepathy to keep your seditious group informed of where our army and supplies are located, leading to…
“3. Theft of said supplies.
“You are hereby sentenced to death,” he solemnly stated. “You will be staked out in the sun until you are dead.
“Tommy,” he said to the sergeant of the guards. “Have some fun with her while she’s still fresh!”
“Yes, sir,” Sergeant Torque replied, a malicious grin appearing on his face. “She’ll wish she’d never been born, sir.”
“No!” Alicia cried as she was dragged toward the door. “You can’t do this! I’m innocent! I haven’t done anything! Pleeaassee!”
The guards dragged her back to her cell. There, they forced her to undress, practically ripping her fancy clothes off of her.
“Please! Stop!” she pleaded as she was forced down to her knees.
Sergeant Torque backhanded Alicia across her face, knocking her against the frame of the cell bunk. Then he kicked her hard in the stomach, grinning as she grunted and choked, almost throwing up. He savagely kicked her again, and she did throw up.
“This is how we treat spies, Miss Southern Comfort,” Torque sneered at her. “You and yer fake Bas-tonian accent and yer high-minded manner! All this time, just sneakin’ ’round and taking advantage of our Southern Hospitality!”
He put his boot on her rump and shoved her down into her own vomit. Alicia tried to push back up, whimpering and pleading.
One of the guards started to leave, a look of sick disgust on his face.
“Where’re you goin’?” Torque asked, snarling. “Stay an’ watch!”
“Well, I was gonna fuck her, Sarge,” the other guard said, “But you’ve pretty much messed her up. I’ll just wait’ll she’s staked out and do ’er then. A bucket of water’ll clean ’er up, I reckon.”
“No! Please!” Alicia cried out. “Don’t stake me out. I’ll die out there in the sun!”
‘No, Br’er Rabbit cried! Please don’t throw me in that briar patch! Alicia thought as she pleaded with her captors.
“Don’t worry, Darlin’,” the sergeant replied, his voice deadly soft. “We ain’t gonna stake ya out…
Tomas laughed, cruelly, then added, “Not ’til we’ve all staked ya in! Ha-ha-ha-ha!
“A bucket o’ water’s a good idea,” he proclaimed, unbuttoning his uniform. “Go git one! An’ hurry back!”
“Yes, Sergeant Torque!” the guard replied.
He left quickly. It only took a minute and he was back with a bucket of water.
“Com’on!” Sergeant Torque snarled, yanking Alicia’s out of her cell by her luxurious blond hair.
Alicia found herself on her hands and knees on the concrete floor of the hallway outside her cell. Whimpering and crying, she tried to sit up.
“Straighten up!” a guard yelled at her.
She did and was immediately deluged from head to toe with cold water. “Aaahh! Damn you!” she shrieked, becoming more hysterical now. “Goddam mother fuckers!”
She swung her arm at one of the guards, hitting him up against his shoulder. He grabbed her hair and straightened her up, then punched her in her belly with his fist.
“Gnuugh”! Alicia grunted, doubling over.
A knee in her face smashed her nose and she started to bleed all over her naked breasts and arms.
“That’s enough!” Sergeant Torque hollered.
Completely beaten now, she curled down on her knees, whimpering, “I din do it… I din do it… I din do it…”
Torque bent forward, grabbed her wet, mottled hair and yanked it so her bloody face was staring at him. He slapped her hard. “Shut up!
“Take ’er into a clean cell!” he snarled at the other three guards. “And get ’er ready!”
He followed the three guards as they dragged the whimpering girl into another empty cell, then threw her down on the cot. Grinning, the evil sergeant approached, unlatching his belt. He had already unbuttoned his shirt.
“Yer gonna fuck me?” Alicia asked, half-laughing, not believing her bad luck.
“We’re all gonna fuck ya, slut-bod!” Torque sneered at her. Then he grinned at her. It was a mean look on his face. “First, we’re gonna stake ya in here, an’ then…” his grin widened. He laughed as he watched her come to an understanding…
With new horror, Alicia suddenly saw the image in his cruel, vastly evil mind. They weren’t going to tie her to the stake… and he had done that to many, many others…
Torque savagely backhanded her as she screamed. Then he had his hard dick out. He dropped down on top of her and shoved it up between her legs. Alicia screamed, in fury this time, and savagely clawed at him, trying to keep her legs together and throw him off of her. He slammed his fist into her diaphragm, knocking the wind and the fight out of her for a moment. By the time she had control of her body again, he was already fucking her, grunting his cruel pleasure as he came inside her.
“Next!” he snarled. “Don’t worry, cutie. By the time we’re ready to put you to the stake, it’ll slide up there real easy like! You’ll even like it! The first half-meter anyway…” He laughed and turned away.
‘Fucking slut-bod!’
He went over by the cell door to give his guards room to play, pulled his fatigues back up and began buttoning his fly. A feminine hand reached down into a pocket and took his keys.
“Excuse me,” the pretty blonde said pleasantly as she turned away toward the other guards.
“What the hell?” he exclaimed. “There’s two of ’em!”
He grabbed her arm and stared at her for a moment, thinking he recognized her. Even as he blinked and tried to focus his eyes, the girl seemed to fade right out of his grasp and reappeared by the cell door. She locked it and tossed the keys across the hall into another empty cell, then pleasantly turned around and shouldered her way around the other two guards raptly watching Alicia being raped by the guy who’d splashed her with the bucket of water.
‘Scuse me… ’scuse me, please… coming through…’
“Hot damn!” one of the guards she slid by yelped as he grabbed at the new girl’s naked torso.
Sergeant Torque watched, his mouth hanging open, as the naked blonde flickered like she did before, easily evading the second guard’s grasp with the same ease she’d evaded his.
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