Contract Free Arulco: The Bitch Must Die!

Day One: Ira Part II

Ira stood over the Arulcan soldier she had just shot and killed. His face blurred into so many other faces and Ira feared that she would not remember everyone who had violated her. Did it really matter she asked? Shaking her head side to side she didn’t have an answer and so she finally just screamed and emptied the four remaining 38 caliber rounds into the dead man’s skull, destroying his nose, left side of his jaw and left cheek bone. Ira was still pulling the trigger to her revolver when Robber caught up with her. After assessing the situation, the French man in cool English soothed the displaced New Yorker.

“It’s okay. Ira. It is okay. He can’t hurt you any more. It is okay Ira.” Robber’s voice penetrated to the recess of Ira’s mind and she quit pulling the trigger and slowly turned towards the man from AIM. Ira gave Robber a questioning look until Robber tried to relieve her of her revolver and she screamed and jerked back away from him. Without thinking she pulled out a speed loader and reloaded while Robber looked on shocked!

“MINE!” Ira screamed at Robber, but did not point it at Robber, keeping it pointed to the ground. Looking past Robber Ira saw Scope, PSG-1 at the ready, but not pointing at her either. Sierra was the one who spoke next.

“Are you okay Ira?”

Ira looked at Sierra and nodded before finally saying, “Yeah, I am fine.”

“Are you going to be able to help us on this mission? Or should we leave you here?”

“I am good.”

“Good, then why don’t you go take your med kit and see if you help bandage Terror and Kilroy. They both took some nasty hits.”

“Okay” and Ira was off running.

“Screw loose?” Robber said in general.

“Definitely” Scope answered.

“Hazard to us,” He countered?

“Only if you keep her from killing the army and Queen. I have seen cases like this before. Diedrianna is a classic example of ultimate power corrupting ultimately. Not the first; not the last.”

“So what will happen with Ira?” Sara wanted to know.

“Depends. Most died, which I guess is the best alternative after what they suffered. Very few will go on to leave a ‘normal’ life.”

“How close should we let her get to us?”

“That I can’t answer Sara. It could be deadly to you to let her close or you could be shutting her off which will make her explode that much quicker if you don’t embrace her a little.”

“Should we try to talk to her then? Let her tell us what they did to her?”

“That is up to her. To some it is cathartic others traumatizing, if she wants to talk, let her, don’t go fishing.” Looking at Robber, “and especially don’t try to get a relationship going with her or worst just offer up sex.” Robber gave Scope an aghast look, miming the question; like he would do such a thing? Scope gave him her serious look, “just pass the word to the other two with the swinging dicks.”

“Roger that.”

After they were bandage Ira told Kilroy that she was lucky to be alive, the bullet exploded on her field jacket and the multiple bullet shrapnel lacerated her arm, thigh and neck in multiple location; the one piece that hit her neck barely missed the major artery there. When they questioned what type of ammo the army had been using Gillie threw out three speed loaders for a .38.

“Shit, glaser rounds. If you didn’t have that field jacket on Kilroy your chest would have been excavated.”

“I didn’t need to hear that, Scope.”

“Okay, let’s finish rifling these soldiers to see if we can find any intel or material to use. Kilroy, grab a field jacket off of one of the headshot victims to replace your damaged one. You too Ira, crap, you just have a helmet on. You are asking for trouble girl.”

Ira took all of the speed loaded rounds of glaser .38 ammo, six total and everyone else stocked up on replacing their spent 9mm ammo, with Robber doubling his. The remaining weapons and equipment was loaded into a pile. Miguel had told Scope that the rebellion had a little bit of money for replacing what they lost in Omerta and that they would give the AIM mercenaries a small fraction for every piece of equipment delivered. Scope intended to follow through with that agreement. A better armed rebellion equaled better chances of survival for the AIM operators. Miguel had runners following the operators, mostly kids, since it was easier for them to avoid notice, who would be picking up the discarded equipment.

Kilroy and Terror both agreed that they were ready to travel since time was of the essence due to Scope’s pending departure.

They arrived at the airport just over an hour later to find it lightly guarded by a light patrol of four soldiers vice a regular patrol of eight or a heavy patrol of 12. Scope, with others spotting, dispatched all four soldiers with the PSG-1 taking the sector with no more injuries. After Scope made her call on the satellite phone, she told Sierra to grease the shipping agent, Pablo’s hand to make sure they received their shipment. When Ira made a move towards Pablo, whom she called one of the Queen’s stooges, Scope blocked her path telling her they needed Pablo alive. Ira begrudgingly backed down. The word was it wasn’t going to be much, just two Mini-14’s, two hundred rounds of tracer 5.56mm ammo and another 7x Battlescope.

Scope did not stop there at the airport. Moving quickly the snuck into central Drassen from behind the bombed out hanger. From there the eight of them ran south to the factory section where they all climbed on top of the largest building (most buildings in Arulco are only a single story tall) and laid their trap. Scope started shooting while everyone else covered her flanks. Sara was the only one injured when a stray SMG round fired from close to 300 meters away grazed her left arm. Robber claimed the old style SA-24 SMG for himself and the rest of the equipment promptly disappeared to the rebellion. Scope sent Ira by herself to the bar that Father Walker liked to frequent who was indeed there imbuing ‘sacrimental wine’ while moaning about the queen, his flock, the Pope and Ira. Seeing Ira sobered him up quick and he promptly left for his church and his mission of mercy.

Ira was supposed to join them back up on the factory before they pulled out of central Drassen back to the airport to await their shipment. Ira had other plans. Sneaking into the renovated factory whose noise muffled everything, Ira saw all of the children hard at work, chained to their stations. At one time she would have cried her liberal bleeding heart for them but no more. As she walked around the working machinery she saw her target, who was slapping some little girl that Ira may have known in a previous life.

“DAMNIT you little bitch! Is it so hard to set the spool on the rack and feed the line into the feeder? If you don’t watch it you little whore I will take you back to my place and show you what real servitude is!”

Ira walked up to the task master, revolver raised. “Who are you?” she said loud enough to be heard over the machinery.

Without thinking, the task master, responded while turning around. “I am Doreen…YOU!” POP! Ira liked the noise the .38 made when it fired. She liked more seeing Doreen’s head explode in a shower of blood, brain matter and bone shards. She didn’t gloat, she didn’t really think about what she had done after she did it. She bent down, took Doreen keys, handing the master handcuff key to the stricken girl in front of her who was dosed in Doreen’s body parts before going to Doreen’s office. Inside she found the H&K MP5KA4 SMG, ammo, money and drugs. The drug that interested Ira was called Regen. A new modern marvel that was illegal in most countries. It was originally developed in the fight against AIDS, a strong cocktail of drugs that healed the body and more. The main ingredient was the same found in PCP with the hallucinogen portion removed, couple with a heavy anti-bacterial agents and three different steroids proven to increase the speed of body’s healing. Regen didn’t exactly work as advertised, it was a failure in the AIDS treatment, it still worked enough to be helpful and it gave a nice mildly addictive high. Ira would share everything with the operators except the Regen; that she was saving for herself. She could not fail in her purpose.

She remembered waking up in a prison, dungeon really, something out of corny B-movie she loved to watch as a kid. Only she didn’t like being there, not naked, not chained, crucified really to a mount in the shape of an ‘X’. What woke her up was the stagnant water thrown on her. She had never met her in person, but she knew who was standing in front of her; Diedrianna. Seeing her was enough to empty her bowls but all she felt was a thick liquid running down her flaming asscheeks; the urine did flow freely. Diedrianna laughed as she had another bucket of water thrown on her. The cold water made her nipples hardened until they ached. Ira didn’t cry, didn’t beg because she knew she would be screaming soon enough.

Diedrianna inspected Ira personally, violently. She did not talk to Ira nor Ira her. Only a few grunts came from Ira. Finally after she was done violating her the Queen looked to her Dungeon Master. “This one is of no use to me. Brand her, chain her and send her to the troops.”

The Dungeon Master nodded before turning to the kiln, hot with burning coals and removed a branding iron, the glowing end of the iron contained intricate curves indicating something written in cursive by the iron; something that was going to be permanently written on Ira. Ira dreaded just where that iron was going to touch her skin. Her breast, her thighs, she abdomen but she knew were because she had heard the stories of the females who are found wanting in Arulco. When the Dungeon Master finally took the last of the seven steps to her with the glowing iron, he raised his right foot and pushed against the top of Ira’s left thigh another guard stepped forward and put his leg against her right thigh, penning her there and the Dungeon Master struck quickly and efficiently.

Ira felt the searing pain and smell of burning skin and hair and screamed and screamed and screamed. She wished she would have passed out, but she did not, instead she hung limply in her shackles, sobbing and gasping for breath while the branded portion of her body screamed in shock. She didn’t need to look down to know where the brand was but she did, mayhap to read it, but she knew what the brand said, ‘Sex Slave’ with a small emblem representing Arulco at the end of the ‘e’ in slave. The burned hair above her vagina would never grow again.

The Dungeon Master then showed a deft touch when he spread an ointment on her fresh scar to prevent infection but when he was done Ira was not taken down from her chains. She stayed there for hours before Deidranna made another appearance. The Dungeon Master was ready. With a nod from the Queen, who had reclaimed her seat from earlier, the Dungeon Master moved towards Ira and put the ointment on her nipples and Ira could only whimper as she felt clamps latching on to both of her nipples. Standing to the side so the Queen had her view, the Dungeon Master deftly and without pretense shoved a thick steel hook through Ira’s left areola. She would later find out that the areola was pierced vice the nipple because when the soldiers got rough with her piercings (and they would) the nipple piercing would tear while generally, the areola ones would not; generally.

The end of the hook was unattached and pliers were used to painfully bend the hook into a complete circle. Deidranna had the Dungeon Master take a break so Ira could recover from her blood curdling screams. The Dungeon Master gave Ira sips of water filled with cough syrup for her raw throat. When Deidranna had waited long enough Ira continued her screaming as her breast suffered flash burns while the nipple ring was soldered permanently shut. Deidranna did not have the Dungeon Master stop in the middle of the second nipple ring being installed and Ira graciously passed out when the pliers were bending the circle shut.

Pain woke Ira, but she was not really coherent for the experience of having the top portion of her clitoral hood pierced the same as her nipples were. She recovered for two days in a dungeon cell with the judicious help of Regen. The only time she did not care for the Regen treatment was when the shot was broken down into three doses, one for each nipple and one for the clitoris. She was sure that was the loudest she had ever screamed before which the present Deidranna enjoyed.

Ira never saw the Queen again, instead after she was pronounced healed by the Regen, she was shackled and walked naked except for a hood over her head to a military truck waiting, engine running, and the prerequisite squad of soldiers licking their chops. She did not pass out this time on the drive to Alma. At Alma, all of the soldiers were waiting in formation for her arrival. The General walked outside as she was placed in a stockade, facing the formation of the three hundred aligned soldiers. The General had a canned speech, saying they knew the drill. Do excellence and they would get choice guard duties and a billet number to use one of the Sex Slaves provided by Queen Deidranna. Do poorly and they would run in the shit details and no Sex Slave billeting. The General then enticed the soldiers to cheer for the Queen and what she provides for them. Ira was sickened to see most cheered whole heartedly. Most, she recognized a few faces in the crowd who simulated cheering. A few like Dimitri. The General then took the first honors with Ira, while his men cheered him on. Ira was happy that he had a small dick and like most men, no staying power.

Once the General was done, a Master Sergeant ran off the names of the soldiers next in line; one hundred in all. Five hours later Ira was finally taken down and hosed out. Before she was thrown in the Slave Pen with the rest of the general Sex Slave populace she was given another shot of Regen. The other Sex Slaves ignored Ira where she was dropped. The large room had pillows on thick shag rugs everywhere; here and there two and three Sex Slaves lounged. All naked with a brand above their pussy and most had a collar. Ira didn’t care what the collar meant and slept until woken the next night. This time she was taken to a barracks with two other Sex Slaves and the deprived men had their way with them. Which is how it went for the next ten months before Dimitri with Father Walker’s help rescued her.

Dimitri was one of the many Arulcans pressed into military service. Quite a few liked the military because it wasn’t as hard as working in the silver mines. Desertion was taken upon by only a select few because the public executions after being tortured for those who were caught deserting were a strong enticement against those who did desert. Dimitri hated the army, but he was good at it. He was accurate on the firing range and could repair most damaged weapons. Where he was most uncomfortable was with the Sex Slaves; Dimitri was raised by a very conservative mother who taught him sex was bad. Dimitri had played with himself a few times but the guilt he felt afterwards was enough for him to resist his male urges. The fact that he was teased in the barracks shower did not help. It took Dimitri a long time to figure out why he was being teased when his penis was so much larger then everyone else’s. Eventually he understood that the teasing came from their being jealous of him and that made him laugh and he was able to ignore the teasing from that point on.

But Ira upset him. Her captivity and degradation made his soul ache. Dimitri saw Ira when she first stepped off the plane from Mexico City because he was assigned guard duty at the Drassen Airport at the time. He would see her in Father Walker’s service every week and she not him sooner vice later started a conversation to break the ice. They started meeting every day at the local diner for lunch just to talk. He liked to hear her stories about New York City and he hoped she didn’t mind his country bumpkin stories of growing up in poor Arulco. Dimitri knew he was attracted to Ira but in ways that his mother and the Catholic Church said was wrong so he just enjoyed her company.

For her part, Ira was hoping something would happen with the tall man who had hands the sizes of serving plates. She knew that while she didn’t have much up top, all the Latinos and blacks in Brooklyn loved the junk in her trunk. She had seen Dimitri looking appreciatively after her and then he would turn away in shame. Before long their time was up and Dimitri was rotated to Grumm.

Ira found out what the collars meant, that a Sex Slave who earned her collar was a Sex Slave who was proficient in her trade and trustworthy to be taken out on ‘dates’ at the local dance club in Alma with it’s rented rooms by the hour next door for the enlisted men and the officers could take a Sex Slave to function in Balime or Meduna where they would be allowed to dress up. A collar was the last thing Ira wanted to earn until she was being escorted back to their pen one night by Dimitri who told her that he had talked with Father Walker about her they wanted to help her out of her servitude. When Dimitri explained what Father Walker proposed Ira couldn’t answer. She didn’t see Dimitri for another two weeks and when he asked her if she thought about Father Walker’s plan, Ira said yes and that she would be able to earn her collar in two months.

Ira was disgusted with her self about how easy it was for her to earn her collar, three weeks earlier then she had predicted. For five weeks she waited for Dimitri to return; five weeks that she had to be the dates of the slime of Arulco and the mercenaries hired by the Queen. Some of the mercenaries were okay, some were worst then the deprived Arulcans.

The plan was simple; to get out of having sex, Dimitri would trade his billet to other men for favorable assignments or simply for IOU’s to be collected at a later date. So it was easy for him to request and receive permission to take Ira to the club in Alma. There they danced and not to look out of place, hugged each other before the time was ripe to walk next door to the room Dimitri had rented for the night. They checked in but never made it to the room. They pummeled into the darkness of the woods outside of Alma, bloodcats was the big worry but Father Walker had a local hunter deposit a dead cow on the other side Alma to entice their attention that way. Three miles from Alma they met Father Walker and his still running truck with the last tank of gas if would ever receive, on the road to Drassen. He took them to Omerta where Ira was reacquainted with Miguel and Dimitri officially joined the rebellion.

Ira smiled. Dimitri and Miguel would both see that she was no longer as useless as a Sex Slave. They would see. And that bitch will die Ira thought calmly.