Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Friends Will Be Friends ❯ Hammer To Fall ( Chapter 9 )

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Hammer to Fall

I don't know how long I lay there, just trying to breath into the pain,
trying to ignore it, and sooth my singing nerves. I had felt something
trickle down my back slowly and I suspect that I was bleeding in one or two
places. Whatever the liquid was, it was too thick for sweat. After what I
think must have been half an hour to three quarters of an hour, I opened my
eyes again. Marie had left a bit earlier and I was still cuffed to the bed
on my belly, so there wasn't much to see. Staring down at the even and fine
weave of the cloth reminded me how small and insignificant I really was.
Just another strand in the tangled tapestry of life.

My belly growled, and I became aware of how thirsty I now was. I don't
know if I ate and drunk yesterday, but today I hadn't and my stomach was
rebelling. The idea that I had enjoyed a meal after, or maybe during the
time I had told them all about my friends, the Preventers and the work I had
done sent another wave of nausea through me, effectively killing my appetite
though not my thirst.

That set me thinking. Was it possible I hadn't broken? I wouldn't have
just told them everything, all of us had had training for that and I hadn't
even needed it. I know the possible penalties of revealing confidentialities
all too well.

So that meant my training had been broken. I knew they hadn't broken me by
brute force, else I would have been in a lot more pain than just the
soreness I had initially woken up with. This beating had definitely been the
first.

If brute force was out, that left drugs, coercion, and assorted other
methods. Turning my head and lifting my eyes I assessed the insides of my
arms. To my utter disgust, there were several small darkening bruises with
small red dots in the middle. My skin had been subject to at least six
needles, not counting the initial drug they used on me. Truth serums were
definitely a possibility then, and the soreness could have been a side
effect of any one drug. Now we are all pretty drug-resistant. Some of us
more than others, granted, but all of us are. Heero may have been trained to
withstand a drug load that would fell a small mammoth, but mine was above
average. Above average does not mean immune, and with the plethora of drugs,
it may not have taken a long time to find the right combination to break me
down. As I said, everyone has a breaking point. I've been subjected to a lot
of truth drugs, and usually know how to not give away too much, but
obviously I had and this was a likely reason.

I lay there, not being able to move due to the cuffs, my mind going in
circles. Coercion was not a real contender as a way to break me, as they
would have had nothing to persuade me with. I think I would have remembered
someone I loved being used against me, though the drugs could have blocked
that. They would have, however reminded me to get my compliance. No, that as
an unlikely option.

Most other options I know take time to wear someone down if you don't
want to damage them irreparably. Hypnotism rarely works in one session, and
only ever works if the subject wants to be hypnotised, and as I doubt I
would have cooperated I scrapped that option. They wouldn't have had time
for sleep or food deprivation to be effective, and verbal harassment usually
doesn't bother me. I'd already ruled out physical torture, including rape. I
shuddered at that thought. That wasn't far off though.

I kept going around in circles, coming back to the likelihood that I had
broken under drugs, and the idea of being raped. Neither appealed to me to
think about for long, but as much as I tried to plan my escape I failed and
my thoughts kept returning to them. I simply had no options at current. I
had to wait for an opening. I just hoped they wouldn't damage me beyond my
ability to escape.

I was quite truly bored with my own repetitive thoughts by the time the
door opened, but I did not welcome the company when I saw who it was. It was
Walden, with Marie. He had his hand on her shoulder, and was looking at the
floor. She was still in her shift, but she was now wearing a heavy, chunky
Indian style necklace and I could see two matching heavy earrings peeking
out from under her short hair. Looking at the smug smile on the bastards
face, I wondered what he had made her do to give her those.

Walking over to the bed, Walden stripped off the sheet covering my back,
and sat down next to me. His had was tracing some of the welts, I think, and
I winced which made him chuckle.

"Thank me for being willing to still touch you, Trowa. " he told me. It
wasn't as if I had much choice in the matter, now was it?

"Thank you Master," I replied dutifully. Yes, I remembered, I was not
going to give him an excuse to go after me for not keeping my end of the
bargain this evening.

"Good boy." he praised me, patting my backside, then caressing it.

He beckoned Marie over, and while she stood next to the bed, she refused
to meet my eyes.

Lifting her face so she was facing me, her eyes still focussed quite
firmly on the floor, he caressed her cheek instead of mine. Different type
of cheek, but I think I would have preferred his hands on me than on her.
She was only a little girl, for heavens sake!

"Isn't she pretty?" He crooned.

Yes, she was a beautiful child, but she was exactly that. A child. There
was no way I was going to encourage him, but there was also no way I could
turn around and say she was ugly without hurting her, and possibly hurting
her badly. A wiser option seemed to keep my mouth shut.

Looking at me, he let go of her and continued in a normal tone.

" You know, Trowa, we could always change your punishment. I think little
Marie here has a bit of a crush on you as she wanted to get herself all
dolled up for you. We could always forego your previous punishment in
exchange for a much more pleasurable one. ". I raised my eyebrows in
question.

"I thought you might be interested. I have customers who would pay quite
handsomely for film or even just photos of you and her together. I'd even
give you free reign, within certain para- "

"No. " I interrupted him. No way in hell was that happening. I would
rather be shot than force myself on anyone unwillingly.

Walden just laughed. The rat. A sinister laugh it was too.

"No what? " he asked. He was toying with both of us.

"No Master". I repeated patiently. I was not giving him any ammunition
against us.

He sobered up pretty quickly after that. "Right then, I'll convince you
another time. Tonight, I want my blowjob.

Remember, no teeth, no objections, and no turning away. You are choosing to
do this, willingly.

You will swallow, and you will thank me. " He took out a gun and opened it,
proving there were bullets in it, then clicked it shut and spun the
cylinder. "And just in case you needed any more incentive, if you don't do a
good job, I'll enjoy her " he pointed the gun at Marie " instead. And if you
think about biting me again, I will put a bullet in her pretty little brain
afterwards."

Marie shuddered, but did not say anything. My heart went out for her, she
shouldn't know what those words meant, let alone have her life threatened as
well. Poor kid.

"I understand, Master, that will not be necessary." I assured him. He put
the gun into its holster and just sat there.

"Master? I can't ...I can't give you a blowjob like this" I said after a
few minutes. I don't blush easily, but asking what I did caused me to blush.


"Try asking me, pet. " He replied. I hated the nickname already. How
cutesy. I think he wanted to add humiliation to the punishment though.

"Master, can you untie me so I can give you a blowjob?" I asked.

"Wrong question, pet. Try again. " He said, running his hands over my
backside again. Now I knew he was toying with me.

Wracking my brain for a better question, I tried again, focussing on the
issue at hand and not my embarrassment.

"Master, how do you want me to give you blowjob?" I swear I had never
looked so red before. He chuckled.

"Better, pet. I want you to service me on your knees. " Right. Now I was
getting somewhere.

"Can you let me get on my knees to service you? Master, " I added
belatedly.

"Better, Trowa, much better. Only four tries to get the question right,
you're going to be a natural at this! " He said. This was not something I
wanted to be a natural at! "Now beg me for it. "

I couldn't do it. I couldn't beg this man to allow him to use me like
this. I closed my eyes for a second, and knew what would happen if I didn't.
In the half second it took me to remember the conversation, I knew I could.
I could do this. The alternative was unacceptable. Taking a deep breath, I
was reminded of one girl I had known when I was a mercenary and the way she
acted.

"Please Master, can you allow someone as unworthy as me to get on my
knees and service you? Please? " I asked, batting my eyes slightly. Coy,
yes, and admittedly with me on my belly he could only see one, but small
changes work best. I just hoped he liked it.

He chuckled again. I hated that sound.

"Very good pet. Yes, you may. Marie, unlock him and help him over to the
rings. " He gave Marie a key, and took out his gun again. Standing back, he
kept it trained on both of us.

Marie undid the manacles around my wrists and I rubbed them lightly to
return feeling. It hurt as the skin was chafed, but was worth it as it might
give us a chance. When she went for the spreader bar, Walden spoke up.

"No, leave that on. " I hoped he wasn't going to make me crawl, and as he
didn't say anything, I used Marie for support and hobbled where she lead me.
She led me to two rings in the ground, and positioned me directly over them
with my feet.

"Kneel, " she whispered and I complied. Quickly she did up two small
padlocks from the rings to the bar, immobilising my ankles. Operating a
small pulley system next to the wall, she lowered two chains from the
ceilings, and padlocked one of my hands to each, then raised them so I was
almost at full stretch and my hands were far apart. I could have stood up,
and lessened the pressure on my arms and even brought them down to chest
level, but Walden wanted me on my knees and I hoped he might overlook that
small advantage. I was just as glad that Marie didn't pull the chains up
totally.

Once Marie was done he filled a long drink glass with cold, clear water
and allowed me to drink about half of it. The water felt delicious on my
throat and while I could have drunk three whole glasses or more, my thirst
was at least temporarily quenched. It also allowed me to work up some spit
for my next task.

Walden must have enjoyed this, as he was hard already. He tasted bitter
and vile in my mouth, but I paid it no heed. It wasn't important, I wasn't
doing this for my enjoyment. I was doing this for his. All the while I was
working my tongue over him and trying my best to avoid teeth, until he took
hold of my hair and held me still, thrusting. Involuntary tears sprung into
my eyes as he thrust in roughly, and I gagged a few times on some of the
deeper thrusts, but there was nothing I could do but endure it, and listen
to his ramblings and encouragements.

I knew he was done when he pulled back slightly, and I sucked down a
sudden burst of fluid. He kept himself in my mouth until he had softened
totally, at which point he patted me on the head again. I couldn't look at
him, knowing I would see him smirk or smile. The floor was a much safer
prospect.

"Good pet. I think maybe after you service another few people this
evening, if you carry on doing this well that is, you may have earned
yourself a meal. "

The prospect was not particularly tempting, even though I knew I had not
eaten for a while. After a while the body stops sending you hunger pangs,
and I was feeling quite sick in the stomach.

Walden washed up at the sink, and then poured the rest of the glass of
water down the drain. I would have loved it, loved to wash his taste out of
my mouth, but I wasn't going to ask for it. It would cost me too much.

As Walden left the room he turned around, one hand on the doorframe and
one hand on the doorknob.

"You forgot to thank me. For that, I think I'll arrange some additional
visitors for you. Just remember, if you don't please them, Marie will. "

I hung my head, ashamed as the door closed with a thump. How could I have
forgotten that? I knew that he was just waiting for any excuse, any reason.

Marie sat down on her haunches in front of me, so I could still see her
face even with my head down. I didn't want her to have seen and heard that.
She was just a little girl, she shouldn't know what sex was yet, let alone
be forced into a situation were she was threatened with it, or a situation
were she had to watch other people be forced to have sex. I hadn't been able
to protect her from that.

"Psst. Trowa! " she whispered loudly and took out an earring.

With a few quick twists she was holding a relatively straight piece of
wire with a chunky dangly bit on it.

"Will this do?" she asked. So that is why she was doing it. Heaven only
knows what she had to have done to get her hands on it. And I was the one
who asked her to do it. For a brief moment I wondered if it was possible to
sink any lower, but she thrust the piece of wire under my nose.

Looking at the wire objectively, it was a reasonable makeshift lock pick
though not an ideal one. I could work with this.

I looked at her worried face and smiled at her. I don't smile well, it
comes out more like a smirk, but I did it anyway. She grinned back.

"Yes Marie, I think it will do very well. Put it in my right hand please?"
I asked, and stood. Less pressure on the arms, and easier to undo the locks.


*****

Duo was pushing my prisoner forward and put him down in the seat next to
the windows and near the toilet. There was no reason he shouldn't have the
worst seat in shuttle! Quickly zip cording him to the chair, as well as zip
cording his ankles we were confident they were reasonably secure.

Wufei was moving all the passengers to the more forward rows, and for
once they didn't seem to be objecting to all being crammed together. That
left a few rows free between our prisoners and the passengers.

"Right, this is what we are going to do," I started to explain.

"Give me their guns, I'll baby-sit them and keep an eye on them. They're
tied in, and you'll be back in a short enough space that should be enough.
Ma'am? Could you come over here? " I called out to the stewardess. She had
started out handing drinks again, bless her, but I really needed some Intel.


"I'll be over shortly with the trolley." she replied calmly. They're well
trained, considering what they usually have to deal with.

"We don't need the trolley." I called back, motioning at the cockpit. I
wasn't certain how soundproof the doors were.

She finished giving a drink to an old lady and walked over.

"The door between the cabin and the cockpit, is it soundproofed? " I
asked.

She thought for a moment, then nodded

"Yes. Yes, it is. "

"And is it locked from the inside, the outside, or not at all?"

"It locks from the inside." Ah. That could be trickier. And more
problematic.

"So either the pilot was replaced, or the pilot was in on this. Do you
know who the pilot is? " I asked.

She looked away for a moment.

"Richard Davis, he is...he was my fiancé. " Oh dear.

Looking at her oriental features and tied back, dark hair, I knew we only
had one option.

"Do you have a spare set of flight gear, and can we borrow them?" I
asked. Wufei wasn't going to like this, but he was the only one with
features similar enough to get the door open more than a crack.

"Yes, I do. Wait just a minute." she walked off to grab them.

"Now, this is what we do. I stay here. Heero, you are going to be
standing next to the door so you can get in the moment it opens. Wufei, you
are going to be behind the trolley, but with your back turned so

Davis can't see your features. Duo, you're Heero's backup. We'll get the
stewardess to call out for him to open the door, he will see Wufei, thinking
it's her open the door further at which point its up to you two to disable
him. " I explained.

"I don't want to dress up as a woman. And Duo isn't a Preventer, I should
be Heero's backup." Wufei grumbled.

"And I don't want to have a broken leg. Wufei, you're the only one who
can do this! Besides, that is why Duo is the backup. Heero is the primary. "
I insisted.

Wufei continued grumbling, as the stewardess came back. Taking them out
back to the stewardess's compartment, he changed into them and came back in
with a huge scowl on his face. They fit, mostly. His legs didn't look very
stewardess-like but with Livia's hat perched on his head he could pass for
her for a millisecond or two. I had explained the plan to Livia and she
agreed to call out her fiancé from the cabin.

As they set out to leave, an older man of maybe sixty got up out of his
chair and headed backwards. The others let him through, and were watching
him when he stopped in front of me.

"I was in the army for a good part of my life. I may not be a Preventer
or as spry as I used to be, but I think I can still help watch over these
scoundrels. " He said, standing in front of me. Yes, looking at the way he
held himself, he had definitely been military. We aren't supposed to have
civilians assisting us, but between Duo still technically being a civilian
and Livia, one more would hardly matter.

"What is your name? " I asked politely.

He stood up slightly straighter and I could see him almost reflexively
salute, but he stayed his hand.

"Alan Cathles, Sergeant Major, retired."

Yes, he would do nicely.

"Sarge, if you keep an eye from over there, I'll keep an eye from here." I
indicated to the window seat I sat and handed him one of my backup guns.
Wouldn't do to get prints on the hijackers guns. That way we each had two to
watch once we got the pilot.

A scant eight minutes after they had pulled the curtain between the
second-class section of the cabin and the cockpit, Heero returned together
with Livia and carrying an unconscious Davis. We zip locked him in as well,
and Heero relieved Alan of his duties with a curt thank you.

"Do they actually know how to fly the plane?" one woman called out in a
shrill voice. She didn't have to specify whom.

"Agent Chang and Maxwell have both logged more hours in a cockpit than
most shuttle pilots on active duty. " I replied calmly. Ok, so Duo was not
an agent as implied, but that telling them that would not improve morale,
more likely the opposite.

"In a shuttle?" she challenged.

"No Ma'am, they are both adept at a variety of space and airborne crafts
including but not limited to shuttles."

Yes, I could be a smart alec too.

"Are you sure? They seem awfully young."

I smirked at that one, and looked over to Heero who nodded with a small,
sly smile.

"Yes Ma'am, I am very sure. Individually both of them have more hours
than I do, and I'm qualified to fly this shuttle. So is Agent Yuy over
there. "

There, that shut them up. For about five minutes.

"Aren't you the Gundam pilot?" someone called out to Heero. He glared at
them but did not answer. "You are!" the young woman exclaimed. "Hey guys, we
have a Gundam pilot on board!"

"No, you don't have a Gundam pilot on board." Duo said while opening the
curtain. He had a devilish grin on his face and I knew we were going to
regret this.

"Cockpit is secure, I've let ATC know the situation. Ambulance and
Preventers will be standing by when we land. " He told us. Turning back to
the young woman he continued. "

You actually have several Gundam pilots on board."