Happy Ending?

Skye waited until she heard The Boss snoring deeply to creep out of bed. She tiptoed to the radio and turned it on. "Shhhhhhhhhhh!!!" It exploded with static. Startled, Skye turned it back off. The Boss didn't even stir in his sleep. Relieved, Skye lowered the volume and turned it back on again.



She reached into her skirt pocket and produced the scrap of paper. She had to squint her eyes to see it, but Keith had written the instructions in large, clear writing with a bold pen. After a few minutes of fiddling, she found the right channel and her breath caught in her throat. "Hello?" She whispered. "Can you hear me?"



"Roger, loud and clear. Who is this?"





Skye jumped and dropped the tray she was washing into the sink as two of the rowdier bandits burst into the kitchen. She had been easily startled since she and Keith were made prisonders, but it seemed worse today.



"Hey there, little princess." She tried not to acknowledge them as they touched her hair and shoulders and arms. "We're awfully lonely here on the base."



"We heard you knew how to cheer a guy up." The second one added.



Skye didn't react, letting them grab where they wanted and finally pull her to the kitchen floor. The first bandit grabbed her arms and held them above her head while the second one pushed her skirt off.



He explored with his fingers until he hit someting that made Skye's legs twitch involuntarily. She reached down to move his hand, but the first bandit tightened his grip on her wrists.



He continued to rub the spot while sliding in and out of her. To her relief, it didn't feel as dry and frictiony this time as it usually did. Still, it was frightening and emotionally painful, so closed her eyes and thought about the beach. She remembered when Keith had first found her, starving and thirsting to death under the hot sun. He'd given her sweet, juicy coconut and led her to the shelter of the cave.



Something twinged and tickled inside her stomach, and she squirmed even though it wasn't unpleasant. The second guard seemed to notice, and with a laugh he began rubbing even faster. Suddenly, Skye arched her hips off the ground, her legs twitching uncontrollably and her breathing speeding up. It felt like being electrocuted, except that it felt good instead of painful. It slowed as quickly as it had started, and she felt her face flush with heat as her breathing returned to normal and the guards holding her down began to laugh at her.



"I knew she was really wet, but wow." The second bandit pulled out of her, and she was surprised to realize he had finished. "Your turn."



"You must have really liked that," The first thug teased her. "Can you do it for me, too?"



Skye knew her cheeks must be coloring with humiliation. She hadn't enjoyed it; it just hadn't hurt as much as usual. Physically, at least. She retreated completely into her mind and memories, too confused to deal with reality anymore.



"Skye?" Keith was calling her name. She shook herself out of her daydreams and smiled at him.



"Sorry, I was thinking." She stirred the soup. Soup? She must have been doing her chores while she was lost in her thoughts.



"Did you call for help?"



"Yes, they promised to be here in three days." Skye sniffed the potato soup and added more parsely to it.



Keith's somber face brightened. "Great! Now all we have to do is survive for three more days! I know we can make it that much longer."



Skye nodded, but she was still distracted by her confusing experience. "Keith..." She began.



"Yes?"



Embarrassment and shame overwhelmed her. "Never mind."