RED SOX: Painful, so very painful this summer has been.
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Two rows of men and women moved forward with uniform steps. The sound of their booted feet hitting the frosty, hard packed dirt was much the same as a drum beat. Or, perhaps, a heartbeat. A single voice shouted a lone count and the formation broke.
“One!”
Every other person in the second row stepped back twice for each step forward of the still advancing group. Another shout lifted up before their left feet fully slammed down next to the right.
“Two!”
Every other person in the first row turned one hundred and eighty degrees into the gap. Still, another shout counted off the subsequent maneuver.
“Three!”
The members of the newly created third row raced forward. In a striking act of uniformity, they jumped and landed their right feet into the waiting hands of the former first row members now facing them. Two precision summersaults brought the eight down in an even line several feet ahead of the continually advancing pack.
“Attack!”
The command broke the tight formation into a splintering front. Men and women charged an imaginary enemy until a whistle blew. Each member of the team staggered to a stop and dropped to the ground exhausted.
“Nicely done!” Orr yelled to the group from his spot next to Atticus at the far end of the field.
“Thanks for nothing,” a panting man hollered back.
Chuckles broke out among the temporarily lounging slaves.
Atticus turned over several sheets of scrap paper in his lap. He quickly scribbled lines and arrows. Then he scratched out one arrow and redrew it more carefully.
“What you got?” Jaimy asked as she dropped down on the balding grass beside him.
Sweat was dripping from her nose. She was minimally out of breath but her muscles were sore from hours of launching through the air and landing on the unyielding ground more than a half of a dozen times.
“Well,” Atticus rubbed his chin while reviewing his notes, “we got more height that time but lost a couple of inches in distance.”
“Shit!” Orr cursed and stood up to pace back and forth in front of them. “We got to get them lard asses running faster. Speed’ll give us the distance and height we want.”
Jaimy shook her head. “No, we’re goin’ as fast as we can expect and keep lined up. We need to stick the landing at the same time and side by side more than we need a few inches here or there.”
“Maybe, maybe we should break out a solo jumper,” Atticus pulled a piece of dirty paper from the pile in his lap. “If we have one jumper at their weakest zone then we have potential to get another foot or two closer to their goal territory.”
Jaimy thought for a moment before looking over the boy’s shoulder at the diagram. “We need to save that maneuver for a big win potential. You know, taking out their team captain or coach or mascot or whatever.”
“Right,” Atticus agreed and duly noted the plan at the bottom of the diagram.
Jaimy ruffled his sweaty hair and praised him, “Good thinking. You are gonna save our asses one of these days.”
Atticus blushed deeply. Orr tried to cover his own amusement by clearing his throat. A woman hurried over and offered some water. Orr readily accepted the mug. He grinned then gave her a smack on the butt.
“You comin’ to see me later?” He asked with an uncharacteristic crack in his voice.
She shrugged, “You gonna make it worth my time to come see you or are you gonna fall asleep again?”
“Nothin’ says you can’t wake me up.”
“Ask her to do the impossible, why don’t you?” Atticus chimed in with a blush.
Jaimy snorted a laugh. “She’d have an easier time wakin’ the dead than wakin’ you up.”
“Hey,” Orr complained, “I’m supposed to be in charge here. You’re all supposed to respect me.”
“We do,” Jaimy reassured him. “We respect that you are a very sound sleeper.”
“And, a big eater,” Atticus added with a serious nod.
The woman giggled, “And, an old fart!”
“Fine,” he nearly pouted until she broke his souring mood with a sudden kiss to his cheek.
“I’ll figure out a way to wake you up, lover. Don’t worry, I won’t let you miss out,” she whispered before kissing his lips lightly before she returned to the others milling around the rain barrel.
“If they didn’t fix me, I’d have given her a baby every spring,” he muttered glumly as she walked away.
Jaimy noticed Atticus frown and glance down at his own crotch. His hands drew closer to the area in question.
“Hey, it don’t hurt you none,” she said in a soft voice. “They’re sure to give you something so you sleep while the doctor does the…,”
“…slicing…,” Orr filled in the word.
“Awe, shit,” Atticus whimpered and covered himself with both hands.
“Whatcha’ say that for?” Jaimy reprimanded Orr. “He’s nervous enough. Don’t need you scarin’ him more.”
Orr’s face was very serious. “I’m not trying to scare the boy. Really, Atticus, I’m not. It’s just, when it was me…they didn’t give me nothing. And, they cut me deep.”
“What?” Jaimy was horrified.
“I can’t talk about it no more,” the boy covered his ears and closed his eyes. “They’re comin’ for me soon. I just know they are. One of the guards told me the doc was here. She came in this morning. She’s got the fixins’ to cut up me and the other three with birthdays just gone by.”
Orr sat down next the frighten boy. “I know. I heard she was here too. Look,” he gave a sigh as he put his arm around Atticus, “they tied me down good and tight. Couldn’t move an inch. It burned like a sonnabitch’ but you just scream your head off. Nobody’ll think nothin’ ‘bout it. Every man here knows how bad it bites.”
“Fuckers,” Jaimy hissed.
She glared in the direction of their owner’s home. It was a beautiful building just beyond the fence penning in the slaves. She knew from her own experience a little more than month ago that the inside of the Senator Goode’s home was as impressive at the outside. Unfortunately, it housed a shallow and cruel woman who fit perfectly into an equally viscous society. A society which believed itself to be the pinnacle of civilization yet routinely enslaved, raped, and sterilized outsiders.
“We got much more practice left today,” Jaimy asked without taking her eyes of the lovely home in the distance.
Orr shrugged but kept his arm around the boy, “You got somethin’ better to do?”
Jaimy nodded yes.
“Then you’d better get to it,” Orr directed.
Jaimy shuffled behind the guard leading her on a leash. She measured her steps to stay within the length of the short chain between her ankles. Her wrists were shackled as well and secured to a chain looped twice around her waist.
She stumbled slightly as she stepped over the threshold leading to the slaves’ infirmary. It was little more than a shed with three sturdy tables for examining injured slaves. On the floor at the head of the tables were ringbolts. The guard stooped and locked Jaimy’s leash to the bolt for the first table in line. He took her by the upper arm as he stood and helped her get up on the table. Jaimy kept her head bowed but bobbed her silent thanks for his assistance. The guard left without responding.
Jaimy waited. She rehearsed her speech over and over in her head. It sounded more and more foolish with each practice run.
The click of high heels on the wood floor drew Jaimy’s attention to the door. Dr. Adams stood staring at her with her satchel in one hand and a water bottle in the other. Jaimy noticed how drawn the woman’s features had become and how her clothes hung on her thinning frame.
“The guard said you needed treatment,” the doctor stated professionally but did not move a step closer. “Something about bleeding from your ass related to your previous damage.”
Jaimy shook her head. “No, I lied. I don’t need medical care.”
Dr. Adams glared and hissed her response, “I could have you flogged for dragging me out here on a whim.”
“You could have me flogged for no reason or for any reason. It’s one of the perks of being True’s friend and free.”
“How dare you?” Adams dropped what she was carrying to pounce on the slave. “You don’t get to talk like that!”
Adams slapped Jaimy across the face. When it did not elicit the emotion she was looking for, Adams slapped her again. Still, no tears or begging so Adams backhanded Jaimy. She watched with a mixture of surprise and shock when blood began to run from Jaimy’s nose.
“Feel better?” Jaimy asked in a soft voice.
Dr. Adams shook her head no before breaking down into tears. She covered her face with both hands and wept.
“Please don’t cry,” Jaimy hushed. “I need your help. Please, we don’t have much time to talk to start with. It’ll be even less if the guards hear you crying. They’ll think I’m hurting you.”
The doctor shivered at the truth of the words. However, she tried to calm her tears. Wrapping her arms around her body, she took two deep breaths. She sniffled a few times before she felt a small amount of control return.
“What do you want?” She asked without looking up.
“You’re here to castrate the boys, right?”
Dr. Adams recoiled at the accusation. “No, nothing like that. That’s barbaric. It is a simple sterilization procedure for the young bucks…,”
“They’re boys not bucks. They are boys no more than fifteen. They are not animals.”
“I never said they were,” Abby defended herself. “The government designates their status, not me. They’re categorized as bucks versus stock. It’s only for pricing purposes. The government also legislates that bucks be sterilized at the first sign of facial or body hair. It’s a precaution to prevent inbreeding.”
Jaimy glared at the woman. “No, it’s done so the Masters can breed us like animals instead of people being allowed to fall in love and raise their own children.”
“I don’t make the rules, Jaimy. I live within them. All I can do is offer my services to owners looking to meet their legal obligations in a clean and safe manner. You know, there is no regulation about who carries out the procedure. A lot of stables let the senior guards do it after a two hour training session.” Adams saw Jaimy’s jaw tighten. “Look, I don’t even charge owners for this so they’re more likely to let me take care of it. For the next two weeks, I’m working almost nonstop to get as many done as possible. I don’t want to see needless suffering. I don’t want any kids hurt.”
Jaimy softened her voice, “Then help them the way you helped me. Use an anesthetic.”
Dr. Adams eyes went wide with the request. “Are you mad? There are laws about medication distribution. Slaves do not qualify for Limited Quantity Medicine.”
“And, you’re okay with that?” Jaimy asked bitterly.
“Do you have any idea what the penalty is for breaking the Medication Protection Act?” The doctor swallowed hard before continuing. “Revocation of citizenship; I’d be sold to the highest bidder at the next monthly auction. Then I’d be fighting on First Eve. Fighting and dying. Is that what you want to happen to me?”
“Never! I’d never wish this life on anybody. Especially, you.” Jaimy was startled by the information. “I’m sorry, Abby. I didn’t know there were rules like that. Forget I asked. I just wanted it to be easier on the kids. That’s all. But, I don’t want you to get in trouble. It’s not worth risking you.”
Adams stepped closer, “I’ll give them extra pain killers. There’s a few of those without restrictions. It’s all I can offer.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s not much. They’ll still feel everything. It’ll just take the edge off,” the doctor explained.
“It’s more than they had goin’ for ‘em before you walked in here tonight so thank you,” Jaimy said. “How ‘bout you? Are you okay? You look…you look like…,”
“Hell? Go ahead, you can say it. I look like Hell.” Adams interrupted. “I’m not doing so good lately. All I seem to spend my days doing is trying to stop thinking about you. I miss you.”
“I’m sorry,” Jaimy was truly remorseful. “I shouldn’t have faked being hurt and dragged you out to see me. It ain’t fair to you. I’m sorry, Abby, really sorry.”
Adams shrugged. “You wanted to help the bucks…boys. It is admirable. And now, you can go back feeling like a hero because you did help them.”
“No, I hurt you in the process. Heroes don’t go around hurtin’ innocent bystanders.”
“Am I innocent?” Adams asked with tears forming again.
“Only you know the answer to that. Only you know what’s in your heart.”
“My heart is shattered. It only wants you. Can I touch you?” Adams stood a breath away from the bound woman.
“I wish you would. I really do wish you’d stop crying and just fuck me,” Jaimy’s next comment was cut off when Adams forced a kiss to her lips and her tongue in Jaimy’s mouth.
“I don’t want to fuck you, Jaimy,” Abby muttered.
Jaimy whimpered and strained forward to nuzzle her face into the doctor’s shirt.
“I want to make love with you,” Abby clarified.
Jaimy’s pierced tongue caressed Abby nipple to hardness. Her head was drawn closer when Abby ran her fingers through the short blond sweat dried hair.
“No,” Jaimy begged her. “Let me suck your pussy. I need to taste you. I need to serve you.”
Abby drew back slightly to look Jaimy in the eyes. “I know you are just saying that. The only cunt you’d truly kneel before was the Barbarian.”
Jaimy’s denial was silenced behind Abby’s finger to her lips.
“I can live with that. I don’t mind pretending you’re mine,” Abby gave a halfhearted smile. “Even though you’ll only me mine for a little while, it is better than never again.”
Jaimy could not deny the truth to Abby. The woman deserved to let the truth stand if nothing else.
Abby stepped back to allow Jaimy space to get off the table. Jaimy did not pause to stand eye to eye with the doctor. She immediately dropped to her knees and opened her mouth. Abby unzipped her pants and let the slave attend her needs.
Jaimy’s tongue piercings tortured the doctor’s swollen clit. Abby steadied her swaying body by leaning forward and bracing her arms on the bench. Shivers ran the length of her spine leaving her gasping for air. She thrust her hips against the mouth servicing her trying to increase the depths reached by Jaimy’s penetrating tongue.
“Please,” Abby moaned.
Jaimy answered with a nip of the throbbing tissue at the apex of doctor’s sex. Abby grabbed Jaimy’s head and held her firmly in place to ride the thrilling sensation to completion.
“I don’t want to be finished yet,” Abby muttered as Jaimy licked spilled juices from the doctor’s trembling thighs.
“Then don’t be.” Jaimy suggested, “Strap me down to the table and fist me. We’re not making love, Abby. We’re just fuckin’ each other to get us through this screwed up world.”
“If that’s what you really want then maybe I should tell True you’re ready to return to her bedroom.”
Jaimy smirked. “I want to get fucked not disemboweled. Come on, she pierced something back there and it’s making me horny as all Hell.”
“Want me to take the piercing out?” Abby offered watching Jaimy shove her pants passed her hips.
“Not on your life!” Jaimy chuckled and she bent over the bench. “Just get your hand in my ass and help me out a little. I’m sick of doin’ myself.”
Abby wet two fingers in Jaimy’s slippery pussy.
“You’re gonna need more than that,” Jaimy directed. She was rewarded with the doctor’s whole hand skewering her cunt. “Oh, yeah, start like that. Might have to forget punching my dung hole if you keep doing that.”
“Not a chance,” Abby promised as she settled down over Jaimy’s body. “I’m gonna fuck you like this first. Then I’m gonna push into your ass up to my elbow.”
“Sweet talker,” Jaimy whispered seconds before stars exploded behind her tightly squeezed shut eyes.
Jaimy was still shaking with her orgasm when Abby pulled out of her soaking pussy. She used two fingers to stretch open Jaimy’s ass hole. They slipped in easily and bumped against the barbell like piercing.
“Son of a…more, please, harder, fuck, do it, just do it,” Jaimy’s hips were bucking trying to increase the force of the thrust.
Adams obliged by slamming into the tight canal with her fist. She ignored Jaimy’s howl of pain. She knew better than to think the slave wanted to stop. Jaimy craved this now. True corrupted the slave’s sense of self and made her need the suffering in order to achieve absolute pleasure.
Jaimy tensed her thighs to hold the doctor’s fist in place. Adams edged deeper into the slave and then added two fingers into Jaimy’s sloppy pussy. The slave shook and screamed and came hard; not once, not twice but many times.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Jaimy mumbled drifting off to an exhausted sleep with the sound of Abby’s muffled cry ringing in her ears.