Mousetrap | By : ShadowKitten011 Category: +M to R > Princess Principal Views: 451 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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--Day Four--
It was becoming a familiar routine. Ange was jolted out of her sleep by the sound of the cell door opening. She sat up slowly. The door opened, and the female guard entered, carrying a tray of food and water. Her nose wrinkled.
"Christ you reek," she muttered, setting the tray on the floor.
Ange didn't answer, instead stumbling over to the tray, dropping to her knees, and drinking eagerly.
The girl shook her head, and turned to leave.
--Day Five--
The female guard brought Ange a fresh shirt along with bread and water. Ange, shamelessly, pulled her sweat and urine stained shirt off, vaguely wiped herself down with it, and tossed it on the floor. Then she pulled on the fresh shirt.
"Least you don't shit yourself," the woman sneered. Ange ignored her, choosing instead to sit on the floor to eat and drink.
--Day Nine--
Yet another day, the ninth if she was counting correctly, began in the usual way in here: the door being unlocked and opened woke her from her sleep. She sat up slowly. The cot was far from comfortable, but it was also far from the worst she had experienced. Her expression was carefully neutral as three male guards entered the cell, two carrying shackles and the third a truncheon.
“We gonna go another round, kid?”
Ange remained silent and seated. The guard with the longer shackles tentatively walked over to her. Ange, blandly, lifted her left leg. The guards shared a look. With a shrug, the one fastened one end of the shackles to her left ankle. Ange then lowered it, raising her right.
“You’re learning,” the guard with the truncheon said in an amused tone. “Stand up,”
She did so. The guard with the shorter chain shackled her wrists together, behind her back, then took her right forearm in both hands.
“Am I to have another sauna? It was quite a soothing experience last time.”
The guards did not answer, instead leading her silently back to the room with the chair, and the shackles hanging from the ceiling. Ange suppressed a shudder as she was unshackled, and led to the chair. She had withstood it before, despite the discomfort and humiliation; she could do so again.
She did not fight or struggle, sitting down when commanded, and allowing her wrists and ankles to be shackled,
The three guards left, locking and locking the door behind them.
She glanced up at the light above her. It was on a reasonable intensity, and the temperature seemed normal.
She heard the door behind her open. After a moment, two guards holding what looked like short sections of rubber hose walked past, turning and standing to either side of the door in front of her.
A third guard stopped beside her. She turned to look at him. He stared back, maintaining a neutral expression.
“Name!?” a voice shouted from behind her.
“Age!” Another shouted also from behind, before she could answer.
“Who are you?”
“Who was the girl you murdered?” The voices were growing louder.
“How did you obtain Cavorite?!”
“What is your name!?” The man shouted so closely to her that she felt spittle strike the top of her head.
"Who are your contacts?"
"Why have you betrayed your country?!"
She closed her eyes, trying to remain calm.
"What is your name?!"
They continued to shout questions without waiting for answers. Ange was unable to keep track of the time. She kept her eyes closed, ignoring the questions. They were meaningless.
Abruptly the shouting stopped and the guard beside her started unshackling her wrists. She opened her eyes and glanced around the room. The guards in front of her had stepped forward. The one beside her switched to unshackling her ankles. Ange took a deep breath. She would remain calm. Give them no excuse.
Once the guard beside her had undone her shackles, he stood up, and then roughly pulled her out of the chair. He gripped the back of her shirt and pushed her forward, so she staggered forward a step, her shirt ripping in two at the same time. One guard in front of her swung his rubber hose, hitting her stomach with a rubbery thud.
Ange’s vision went blurry with the pain. She half-staggered backwards, beginning to double over, only to have the other guard hit her ass with his hose. She involuntarily jolted forward, into a blow from the other guard that impacted her upper chest. It was followed up by a sharp blow to her mid-back.
She staggered to one side, to once more be hit, this time on her left shin. The pain and force of the blow set her off balance. She fell hard to the floor, unable to suppress a cry of pain. She started to roll to try to escape the blows. She was hit hard between her legs. She cried out again, her eyes watering from the agony. She covered her face with her arms, and tried to roll into a ball. The blows rained down on her again and again. Unrelenting impacts on every part of her body that the guards could reach. She closed her eyes tightly, but was unable to prevent the tears from streaming out. She screamed.
The blows abruptly stopped, and she felt hands grab her by her forearms. She was roughly pulled up to her feet.
“Next time answer our questions cunt,” one of the guards that had been behind her snapped.
She started to open her eyes, but she was already being dragged out of the room. She groaned in pain, closing her eyes again. She was barely aware of the walk back to her cell. Once there she was tossed in. She hit the floor, crying out again. The door closed behind her. She lay on the floor, shuddering and sobbing heavily. Every inch of her body ached. She managed, somehow, to crawl to the cot, pull herself into it, and curl up into a ball under the covers.
--Day 10--
She woke up sore. She groaned. She sat up in bed, and glanced down at her naked body. In the dim light, she could see the livid, purple bruises on her abdomen, and her chest, and her arms, and her legs. Moving hurt, but she felt her bladder and bowels complain. She pulled herself up to her feet, wincing, and staggered over to the latrine. As she sat there, the door opened.
Ange closed her eyes, trying not to think about the situation. She heard someone enter the room.
“Ummm. Food and water. For you, that is.”
It was a soft, feminine voice. One she did not recognize.
She opened her eyes. The guard had set the tray down by the bed, and was watching her uncertainly. Ange decided to say nothing.
The guard shifted her weight awkwardly, but remained in the room. Once Ange finished her necessities, the guard tentatively took a step toward her. Ange flinched back with a grunt.
“Oh I … no, I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to help.”
Ange took a deep breath, and she shook her head. When the guard reached out toward her, she pulled away from her. The guard sighed, and stepped back, She did not leave the room. When Ange took a step toward her cot, she stumbled, only to be caught by the guard.
Ange immediately cried out, twisting away from the guard. She ended on the floor, and the guard immediately knelt beside her.
Ange sobbed softly and the guard gently placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Please let me help you,” she whispered.
“Go to hell,” Ange hissed in response.
The guard frowned and stood.
Ange shivered, sobbing.
The guard said nothing, instead turning and leaving the room.
--Day 14--
Ange sat up slowly in bed. Her bruises looked better. She was less sore. She stood and walked to the latrine. It was her new routine.
The door unlocked and opened. The female guard entered the cell yet again.
"Food and water," she said softly.
Ange nodded at her.
"Thanks," she managed.
The guard smiled widely.
"You're welcome!"
She stood, as she usually did, waiting for Ange to finish. She then made a tentative motion toward her. Ange did not flinch away, instead allowing the guard to help her to her feet.
"You're better today," the guard said in a pleased tone.
"Yes."
Ange settled down on the floor, and grabbed her bread. The guard knelt beside her.
"Eating. Good."
Ange chewed her bread contemplatively, then turned her gaze on the guard.
"Why?"
The guard shrugged.
"I don't like seeing girls suffer."
"Get a new job," Ange quipped, then returned to eating.
The guard sighed.
"I probably should. None of you girls ever trust me."
Ange ate and drank. She did not respond to this.
When Ange had finished, the guard again helped her settle onto her cot.
"Well, you'll be happy to hear that tomorrow you're gonna get some exercise."
"I will not be happy unless I am freed."
"You won't be freed unless you cooperate," she returned.
Ange's expression darkened.
"I will not cooperate."
The guard sighed again.
"You'll just suffer more if you don't. I don't want to see that."
"Get a new job," Ange repeated.
-Day 15--
Ange's eyes opened. She sat up on her cot. She swung her legs over the edge, and stood. There was barely any soreness left. She walked over to the latrine.
As though on cue, the door opened. The female guard entered.
"Good morning."
Ange nodded, but didn't say anything.
When Ange finished, the guard moved to help her stand, but Ange held up her hand. The guard stepped back, watching as Ange stood on her own, then walked over to the tray of food and water. She sat, and ate.
The guard knelt beside her.
"Today you get to go out to the courtyard."
Ange glanced at her.
"I trust that I shall be dressed first?"
The female guard nodded.
"Of course."
Ange nodded, continuing to eat.
"The fresh air will do you good," the guard said. Ange shrugged.
When Ange had finished eating and drinking, the guard gently grasped her forearm. Ange pulled away, but the guard shook her head.
"Please?"
Ange looked at her for a moment, then nodded.
The guard again took her forearm, pulling her to her feet.
Ange frowned as three male guards entered.
The female guard stepped back, and one of the three men grasped her wrist. She hissed in pain and anger as her arm was twisted harshly behind her back.
One male guard placed a length of heavy cloth against her eyes, tying it to the back of her head.
Ange took a deep breath. She could see nothing. Not even light. Blind, fighting would be wasted effort at best.
She felt something placed around her neck. It was leather. A collar. It was fastened tight. She swallowed, and raised her free hand toward it.
"Leave it alone," the guard twisting her arm behind her demanded.
"It's tight."
"Bear it," the guard hissed.
"Here, she won't be able to leave well alone."
Ange shuddered it was an all-too familiar voice. She took another deep breath. She tried to remain calm.
She heard the clink of chains, and felt a metal shackle fastened over her left wrist. The guard shifted her arm, and her other wrist was shackled as well, behind her back.
The guard remained behind her, with a hand on her back. She felt another hand, a heavy male hand, press her lower abdomen. She felt hot breath on her face, and flinched.
"God I cannot wait to fuck you," the guard whispered, inches from her face.
Ange did not respond.
She felt the hand shift from her abdomen to her neck. There was a metallic sound as something was fastened to the collar. The guards' hands left her body, and she felt a sudden sharp tug at her neck. Ange winced. They had attached a leash.
"Come on," the male guard coaxed in an amused voice.
Ange stumbled forward.
"Easy there girl. Don't hurt yourself."
Another male guard laughed.
Ange was led out of her cell on the leash. She felt her face turn red hot, and knew she was blushing. She had little choice, and followed the commands given to her.
She heard an iron gate opened, and was pulled through. She heard the laughter of more male guards.
"Taking your bitch for a walk, huh?"
There was more laughter. She heard a door open, and was led into a corridor. She continued to follow. The pace was slow and even, and despite being blinded she did not have trouble navigating. The guard, for all his vicious talk, was going easy on her, at least for now.
Another door opened, and she was led down another corridor.
"Well," she heard the voice of Gazelle Flint. "You seem to be learning obedience. Perhaps you will learn to speak soon as well."
Ange didn't respond.
"Pity."
She was led down the hallway, and heard another door open. She was led out into a wide-open space. She shivered. There was a cold breeze. The air was salty, and heavy with moisture. The guard led her out into the middle of what must have been the courtyard.
She heard laughter around her. Male voices she didn't recognize.
"What breed is that?" leered one voice.
"You gonna mate 'er?"
"I volunteer for that," another male voice volunteered. The laughter increased.
The guard tugged on her leash, and picked up his pace. She nearly fell over, but compensated. The walk turned into a jog, and then a run. She was led around in a wide circle, the movement warming her. The breeze started to feel comfortable. She heard laughter and applause around her.
"You oughta enter her into a show," one man called out.
"Okay guys, c'mon. Exercise's over," said a voice. She recognized it. It belonged to the first guard she had encountered.
There were disappointed groans around her.
"Say, you oughta bring her out tomorrow too."
"Yeah, give us a show!"
The laughter became distant, then stopped.
The guard slowed his pace to a jog, then to a walk. After a moment, he stopped. She felt the leash tugged again, and it remained taut.
"Got something to do," the guard said. She heard him walk to her. He placed a hand on her ass and squeezed. She jolted away from his touch, and he laughed.
"Be a good girl now. Also, you'll be more comfy if you sit or crouch. Less tension that way."
She heard him walk away.
She heard the door close. Then she heard only the whistling of the wind.
She strained her ears. She concentrated. There was only silence. She was, as far as she could tell, alone.
She took a step backward, away from the leash's tension. When she was unable to move back normally, she braced herself, and tugged. The leash was securely fastened both to the collar, and to something else.
She walked forward until the tension was at its least, and knelt down. It was less straining.
She waited. Her legs grew tired, so she sat cross-legged.
The breeze picked up. She shivered. She still heard nothing, other than the wind.
She continued to sit. It grew colder. She drew her legs up against herself. She tugged at the shackles at her wrists, but they held firm. She felt goosebumps raising all along her naked body. There was a painfully cold gust of wind. She gasped.
She heard the door open. She heard female voices. Numerous voices.
"Oi, what's this then?"
She heard several people approach, by the sound of their shoes against the hard, cold ground.
Ange took a deep breath. She tried to remain calm.
"Hey baldie, what'cha in for?"
There was laughter. Ange didn't reply.
She felt a hand run along the top of her head. She pulled away. There was more laughter.
More hands grasped her. One on the back of her head, one on her cheek. She felt thin feminine fingers grope her breasts, and run along her abdomen. There was more laughter.
"Get this bitch up on her feet."
She felt hands on her forearms, and she tried to pull away. There was laughter, and countless hands gripping her arms pulling her up. She was held in place.
"New meat in my territory," she heard a deep, if feminine, voice say. She felt a woman move in close to her. She felt hot breath against her face. A hand gripped her pussy, and she jolted, trying to pull away. She was held in place.
"You're a feisty one. Gonna enjoy breaking you."
Ange groaned quietly when she felt the woman's fingers slip just inside her pussy. She again tried to pull away, but was held in place.
"Alright ladies, that's enough."
Ange felt the woman pull her fingers out of her, and her hand pulled off her body. She leaned in close.
"Next time, maybe?"
"I look forward to it," Ange managed to say in an even voice.
The women around her laughed, and she was let go. She stumbled backward a step, breathing very heavily. Her pussy tingled. It did not feel good. She shivered, feeling the cold again.
She remained standing, listening very closely to the sounds of the women as they moved around the courtyard. She heard one approach her closely, and she took a step away.
"Calm down," she heard the voice say. "I won't hurt you. Ange le Carré."
She gasped in surprise.
"You know me?"
The woman moved in closer to her.
"We know where you are," she whispered.
"Control," Ange replied.
"Of course. It's not an easy job of it, but we'll get you free."
Ange nodded, as well as she could.
"Please hurry."
The woman laughed bitterly.
"There's only so much we can do."
"Can you help me directly? Lock-picks? A weapon? Anything?"
"Sorry, Ange. The best I can do is what I am doing. I apologize in advance."
"Apologize?"
She abruptly smacked Ange's ass, laughing crudely.
Ange jolted in surprise, and took a step away from the woman.
"Hey you, get over here!"
"See you soon," the woman said finally to Ange, as she walked away.
Ange swallowed. They knew where she was. She would be free soon. She let this thought run through her head. She would only have to endure this for a little while longer.
Eventually, she heard the door open, and heard the women leaving the courtyard. At the same time, she heard the heavier footsteps of a man approach her.
"Sorry about that," said the voice of the first guard she had encountered. "The moron that led you out here forgot all about you, and then his shift ended."
Ange didn't say anything. She felt the leash loosened from whatever it had been fastened to, then felt the guard pull it taught.
"Hope the girls didn't cause you too much trouble."
"On the contrary, it was quite enjoyable. I should like to request the opportunity to do this again. I believe that I have made a friend or two."
He laughed, and tugged lightly on the leash. She followed him, and he led her inside.
"Well, since you've behaved yourself we're gonna clean you up."
Ange didn't say anything. She was led down a corridor, and through a side door. Once inside, the guard pulled off her blindfold.
She blinked at the sudden light. When she grew used to it, she glanced around. The room had a tile floor and a drain in the middle. A coiled length of rubber hose sat on one side, connected to a spigot. She looked at the guard, who shrugged.
"Not a luxury bath, I'm afraid, but you'll get clean at least."
He unhooked the leash, and then unbuckled the collar from her neck. He set these down on a table beside the door. Then he unfastened the shackles from her wrists.
"Stand over the drain," he said in a firm voice.
She watched him for a moment, not moving.
"You gonna fight me on this too?"
Ange shrugged lightly, then turned and walked to the middle of the room.
The female guard that had been nice to her entered the room. She looked at Ange with a smile. She held a wash-cloth and soap.
"You can thank me later," she said in a cheery voice.
The male guard shook his head and picked up the hose. He turned the spigot, and aimed it at Ange.
She gasped. The water was ice-cold. She shivered heavily, and retreated from the stream of water.
"Hey, you promised not to fight," the male guard said.
Ange, still shivering, nodded. She managed to step back above the drain, and remain there while the male guard sprayed her down head to toe.
He shut off the water, and the female guard moved in.
"Sweetie, this'll help you feel better."
She ran the soap along Ange's body, followed by the wash-cloth. It was a slow, gentle, soothing motion, and while it did little to warm Ange, she felt herself begin to relax. She sighed softly.
"Enjoying this?"
Ange nodded softly. The female guard laughed, and slid the hand with the wash-cloth between Ange's legs. Ange gasped, jolting from the sensation.
"And this?" she asked, gently rubbing Ange's pussy with the wash-cloth.
Ange moaned softly, and nodded again.
"Okay, that'll do," the male guard said in an amused voice.
The woman guard sighed, and reluctantly pulled back. Ange groaned, opening her eyes to meet the gaze of the female guard.
Abruptly, she was hit by a stream of cold water. She cried out, and retreated from it. The male guard kept the stream on her, again hosing her down head to toe.
When the soap was rinsed away, he turned off the water, and coiled the hose back. The female guard had picked up a thick towel, and moved over to Ange.
Ange eagerly fell into the guard's arms, shivering as she rubbed the warm and dry towel over her body.
After a few minutes, the guard pulled the towel away. Ange gazed at her, a smile on her face.
"I'll see you tomorrow," the guard whispered.
Ange nodded, her smile widening.
"Should have a little more time then," the guard continued, with a wink.
She turned and left. The male guard shook his head and sighed.
"C'mon. Let's get you home."
She glanced at him uncertainly.
"Just like this?"
"Yeah, no collar, blindfold or shackles. Don't make me regret this."
She nodded once. He opened the door, and gestured for her to step out. She did so, glancing nervously at the guards flanking the door to the wash-room. The male guard stepped out after her, and placed a hand on her back. She resisted the impulse to pull away from him.
--Day 16--
Ange opened her eyes. She thought back to the female guard. She had promised to spend more time with Ange today. She would be lying if she said that the contact hadn't been pleasant. It had been more than two weeks since she had been touched in a way that hadn't repulsed her. The female prisoner in the yard, if she had been a prisoner after all, had been as repulsive to her as the touches of the men. The female guard had been different.
She sighed. Her mind reeled back to before she had been taken. She remembered the soft and gentle touch of the Princess' hands. How she caressed her cheeks, and ran fingertips through her hair, and allowed her hands to slide slowly down her back as their lips met.
Ange shivered. The memory left an aching hole in her heart. The guard would not fill that hole, though she might be able to mask it for a time.
Ange closed her eyes. She told herself she should not be thinking this. Not just because she should stay true to her Princess, but because the guard was an enemy. Her gentle touch was not genuine. She would be soft and tender, to make the harsh blows and horrific treatment all the worse. She told herself this, but she realized she would not resist. She would allow herself to drown in the temporary, treacherous pleasure the guard offered her. She would not let herself sink too deeply. No, she would accept the pleasures, and not pay the toll. She told herself this.
She heard the door being unlocked, and sat up eagerly. Her eyes were wide as she watched the door open.
A female guard entered the room, and Ange's expression instantly collapsed.
The guard glanced at Ange with a sour expression, placed the tray of food and water on the floor by the cot, and left without a word.
--Day 18--
Another day, and again the door opened to reveal a dour female guard who wordlessly left Ange food and water. Another day alone sitting on the floor, naked, eating bread and drinking water. Another day of waiting, the need to use the latrine and the opening of the door to retrieve the empty mug and tray the only relief. Another day that ended when Ange grew too tired and too bored to remain awake.
--Day 19--
The door opened. Ange’s eyes opened slowly, She watched as three male guards entered the room. They did not have food or water.
“Get up,” one growled.
Ange slowly sat up, carelessly letting the blanket fall to the bed beside her. As she started to stand two of the guards grabbed her forearms, roughly yanking her up to her feet. She frowned.
“I was ….”
“Shut it,” the guard growled again. Ange sighed, but said nothing else.
The guard turned and walked through the door. The other two dragged Ange after him.
They went back into the room with three doors, then into the room with the folding chair contraption. The door was closed and locked behind them.
“Sit,” the guard growled again. Ange bit back a sarcastic comment, and sat.
Her wrists and ankles were shackled, and the contraption was pushed back into being a table. Ange was on her back, inclined slightly toward her head.
“It is a bit soon for a haircut, I think.”
The guard didn’t say anything. He walked to the table, and unfolded a towel. She watched curiously, as he walked over to her. He nodded, and another guard adjusted the headrest. Ange found she was unable to turn her head. She blinked as the towel was placed over her face.
She felt fear in the pit of her stomach. She could not see, and felt off balance with the incline of the table.
“What are you,” she began.
Water poured onto the towel. Ange immediately began to gag, flailing against her bonds in panic. She felt as though she were drowning, and without being able to move her head she could not escape the feeling.
The water stopped pouring, and she coughed, sputtering and gasping for breath.
Abruptly, the water poured again, and she again gagged. Her panic increased, and she flailed heavily against her bonds.
When the water stopped again, she gasped, and cried out.
“Please… don’t….”
She was interrupted by the water pouring over the cloth yet again.
When the water stopped, she sobbed heavily in between gasping breaths.
“Names,” the guard growled into her ear.
Ange could only gasp, sobbing, pleading for them to stop.
The water started pouring again. She thrashed, gagging, sobbing, and when the water stopped this time, she screamed.
The wet cloth was pulled off her face, and the guard leaned in, nearly pressing his forehead to hers.
“Names!”
She shuddered, continuing to cry heavily.
The guard pulled back with a frustrated sound, and brought his fist down hard on her stomach.
She was instantly winded, gasping, and coughing.
“Smith.” It was Gazelle’s voice.
Ange blinked. She could only see vague, blurry shapes around her.
After a moment, her vision cleared. She recognized Gazelle Flint lean in over her, frowning.
“We will continue this daily for an hour at a time, until you crack, Ms le Carré. If you give me the name of one of your comrades, right now, just one, then it will stop.”
Ange swallowed, and shook her head.
Gazelle shook her head.
“Take her back,” she ordered.
--Day 20--
The next morning, the door opening made Ange whimper in fear. She curled up into a ball on the cot, covering her head with the blanket. She closed her eyes, trying desperately not to think about the sensation of drowning, of the terror and pain. She heard a guard enter the room, and she whimpered again, louder.
When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she screamed and jolted back.
“Oh God,” said a familiar, soft voice.
Ange reluctantly poked her head out from the blankets, her cheeks stained with tears.
It was the female guard. Ange trembled, and untangled herself from the blanket. When the guard wrapped her arms around Ange’s body, Ange responded without hesitation. She buried her face into the guard’s neck, crying heavily. The guard gently rubbed her back.
“It’s alright baby,” the guard cooed. Ange sniffled, her tears mostly spent.
“Where were you?” Ange asked in a quiet, wavering voice.
“They changed my shift darling,” she whispered.
Ange pulled away from her. The guard gently cupped Ange’s cheeks in her hands. She leaned in close. Ange trembled.
“You want this all to stop, don’t you?”
Ange nodded. The guard sighed.
“You can, you know.”
Ange blinked.
“I won’t talk,” she said quietly.
The guard sighed, releasing Ange’s cheeks.
“You won’t?”
Ange shook her head.
Abruptly, guard lashed out, backhanding Ange.
Ange gasped, and blinked, then turned back with a look of shock.
“Talk or suffer.”
Ange closed her eyes, and said nothing. The guard lashed out again, striking Ange’s other cheek.
“You like this, darling? You’d rather have this than kindness?”
Ange said nothing. The guard sighed, and slapped her again. Ange managed not to cry out.
“Talk. Or. Suffer.”
Ange said nothing. The guard slapped her again, across both cheeks.
“No? Pity. I could’ve made you feel good, darling.”
She slapped Ange viciously one last time, before standing up and walking through the door,
Ange, unable to suppress a sob, curled up on her cot again, covering herself with her blanket, and closing her eyes.
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