**Jenine**
It doesn´t matter where I am and when I am.
Varying degrees of imprisonment are just lines in the sand. It did not change a thing to Emily Davison when she was jailed. She knew that all women lived in prison whether they saw it or not.
I would expect nothing less from the rabble when I wake up and they seat me on that motorized chair that sends stinging to my bare ass every once in a while. It´s also totally their style when they painfully bend my back to lock my head and hands in the pillory on the plinth and a little peg on the string to pull my tongue.
Male wardens are the most dutiful with the last beautification – twisting and cuffing my legs on the chair so that womanhood between is properly unfurled.
There´s the reason why my cell has no open door during the day. I can be a spectacle, albeit a passive one, untouched in a violating way. My speech being disabled, I couldn´t react to the repetitive derision and bawdy accolades. I wandered in myself, the pains trivial to the steadfast wildcat. The catering is nothing short of groundbreaking. Every Hilton should offer a tube to the nose.
Four-legged partakers of the afternoon activity are unknowingly ruder.
At the sad end of the story of Emily Davison, she was killed by a horse belonging to the Prince of Wales.
Digesting of the lunch I didn´t taste proceeds in the dark stables. I might lay in this corner, but my neck is still locked in the wood, looking up to the tail of the chained black horse, who will drop his balls of shit on my mouth sucking the aching tongue. The piss warms my chest for a good measure.
These Brotherhood fellows, they are so keen on their steeds…
*”A horse symbol?” I asked once Timothy Cooper, a congressman from my state, in the half-empty office.*
*The confident youngish man took two small statues of stallions and made their heads knock each other. Then he wedged their teils.*
*”The prominent member of our sigil. If we put aside the simple fact it is one of the most indispensable helpers of man.”*
*”I guess that makes your bunch possibly better than donkeys. Although you are still an elephant first, tearing the empire of the eagle with the opposite party.”*
*Beastly symbols, one like another. Elephant and eagle, damn those signs of masculine power.*
*Cooper crossed and waved his palms like some traffic controller who has lost his stick vector. “Many Republicans and Democrats are now preferring the horse. Are you staying to be a mere porcupine, dear lady?”*
*Touchy, aren´t we?*
*”Porcupines are dangerous even if scared and cornered, Timothy.”*
They momentarily set me and the stallion loose. Some busty floozies cleaned me and pulled on a latex corset and four legs of the same material with hooves. I have my private corral, isolated from the pasture of the bona fide courser whoppers. The constricted body can refresh itself on the grated apples in the mangers, provided it is always on the four and the pointless otherwise unceasing move.
“You are almost perfect mere,” praised me a floozy. “Look forward to one long horse… Insertion.”
When they say something so insane, it is never in jest. They have given me a theme to overthink in the cell. During one of these walkabouts, I will be tilted for a horse. Future generations might preserve the video. I will be kicking the bailiffs, not screaming. Defending myself, not losing my mind.
The uniformed douches used to be funny, they gave away their approximate IQ value by picking on me. It began to pall on the bunch and maybe it was an additional order that rendered them no more garrulous than the fly-eater in the cell´s corner web.
It is not a necessity, but I could use some chat-buddy, here in the dark. I have heard plenty of scared female voices… Last week, was it? They went quiet after two nights.
The skin of my butt got pierced six times in succession and next to each other. If they branded me with a hot iron, the burning might be not distinct. I groaned, my body jiggling all entrapments forward. I am here far too long, they should have put me to bed many… Tormentful moments ago.
Tonight, the new response came. On the wheels the table holding flat monitor drove in the cell, the door behind it shut down. On that viewscreen, I saw the nasty face of prefect Edwin Green.
*Apart from having the world´s pointiest chin, Green also had the most movable arm, flying through the air with a glass of beer. My Cabernet Sauvignon was waning in the gourmet´s manner.*
*Like Cooper, he was from Wyoming and that was the first and the last thing we had in common.*
*It is terrific somebody so experienced shows me the Capitol,” said the governor´s second in command. “I mean, not just that you are older, but you were rallying people since you were like… Fourteen?”*
*”You can work with the facts when you want,” I told him and I allowed myself to slack up on my snide control.*
*”And your choice of the party has shown the intelligence too. Hell, choosing any of the third parties back then was the proof you are chasing ideals first, power second. “*
*”He wanted to soften the incoming criticism, I was sure about it.*
*”People should have recognized it as an altruism sooner.”*
*Green looked upon some of the famous faces in the Capitol´s dining room.*
*”The corruption would infuse you a years ago, Mrs. Thompson.”*
*”The expert has spoken?”*
*He coughed like a sick man.*
*”Every hour I breathe I ask myself, how can we fulfill our part of the bargain with people who voted for us. I am certain “the corruption” will once be undeniable, but by that time there will be the work of my legacy done and the pure power will be floating before me.”*
*”Heil Green! In my experience, one can cure it by thinking compassionately about those without power!”*
*”And in my humble experience, professional politician knows the true fight isn´t about replacing the Left with the Right. Rather it is an advancement of those who tasted power against those who didn´t.*
*You think you haven´t matured in the corruption?*
*”Yet I heard politicians arguing and arguing about who should have the influential voice in the society.”*
*He didn´t answer.*
*”Of course, I am telling that to the man who forgot that motto of our state is Equal Rights and who thinks the entire half of the human race is unworthy of making any important decisions.”*
*He drank the last drop of foam on gold.*
*”We are not dictators. Husbands from the ranks of Brave Hunters are stricter than yours, no doubt, but they don´t want women to feel powerless. More like indefinitely assisting.”*
“I´m two minds about your exposure, Mrs. Thompson,” said the present Green, my crotch throbbing as he was gazing.
“This is definitely how unmanageable members of your gender should be pacified. But you are a statesman and I must say I find you admirable. I know all about your… Final action.”
Why do you call me, overlord? I can´t respond and this torture won´t scare me like drowning on the wheel. You think my plan failed, while security facilitated the leak of its own.
“I originally didn´t want my Princess Tower to open the spare rooms and increase capacity for the new inmates, but when I found out you are in the next shipment, I decided that privileged ones will have the same space as you damned ones. Me and you, we can afford privacy.”
The device with the monitor shot some kind of capsule, poking my temple. It didn´t fell off, it attached itself to my skin and shifted to the inside of my ear.
“Only you can hear and understand me, Mrs. Thompson. I want to speak about some freedom for you and more power for me.”
You aren´t worth even of my middle fingers. Lalalalala…
“See, none of the Conclave had a birthday, but they couldn´t hide surprise when the Princeps announced yesterday that he isn´t going to run for another term. He´ll stay as the elector in five years later, however now he desires to see we can choose the competent leader and he will set himself as an example of the one who respects assemblies of Brotherhood.”
Lalalalalalala!
“I say he doesn´t want the responsibilities for other countries possibly rapping us on the knuckles. There are men, who are making no secrets they will candidate! Cao from the Advisory council. Deputies Otto Kramp and William Forward. Whoever succeeds will have one other issue to solve. Some Brave Hunters would like reeducation thing to be more personal, staying in the family, not institutional.”
Lalala -paternal tyranny- lalala…
“I am bent on using the more important of them. If they press the public of Conclave, that just might liquidate a few of my competitors. And when the birds peck out holes, the mouse can slit on its belly to the throne room.”
You have the hole that suits your head, Green!
“As a Princeps, I wouldn´t like to lose my benefactors, so I will be ready to close Towers. With the proper motivation, I can do more. Stop the auction marriages. I will call it slavery, that will be surprising when one of us employs such a word. I can give more options to the unmarried ladies, give women quota seats the House of Deputies.”
Merciful heavens… Not that wouldn´t be enough. But we need every step!
“Mrs. Thompson, people like you are good to be humiliated and then exiled. Thanks to my partial amnesty you will be grounded, but I can guarantee you with Joseph urban view of Washington and warm food. There, I have bared you a soul of the most pragmatical Brave Hunter south of former Canada. Now, how could I be persuaded into unlocking the worst shackles for you and the coming generation of girls? Radical reformist is like some constitutional assassin. Nobody should see him coming. Why would they suspect me being one, if I´ll take out the right ultra-liberal guy?”
Green, you have turned my conscience back on. Kiss my ass!
“Mrs. Thompson, if you agree to help me, blink three times.”
I rolled my eyes once.
“Alright. Wardens know what to do unless told otherwise. ”
He drove off towards the wall and wasn´t telling me one more bit. He gave one significant nod to the two hairy guys who must have been checking their watches about a foot away. I wasn´t ungrateful when they unlocked the pillory and gave me back my tongue, however the legs hankered for some kicking, and who was I to disappoint them? The machos almost bloodened my genitals with truncheons. I wanted to scream, but I changed it to inarticulate honking to see, who will give up.
Wanders interrupted the game by chaining the legs back and overthrowing the chair and dragging me through the corridor, the slow Green examining my head from above. My fortune must have been depleted because the seat was biting me in the slant position too. Green had no qualms about me being in pain, he simply pointed out they must take the elevator.
They set me upright again for two floors way and opened room there, fit for the Prefect, if he came here in person. The ocher relief on the wall wasn´t portraying horse but the head of the bull, keeping a vigil over whoever sleeping in the narrow, but comfy-looking bed or breathing energy to the ear of someone behind the table and computer with maybe dozen of small monitors. This wasn´t luxurious as heirs´ apartments and couldn´t be possibly one of them as I saw… Yes, I saw the whole Princess Tower in the window.
“Mrs. Thompson, such passivity doesn’t suit you,” said Green. “And don´t tell me… If you were talking, don´t tell me you´ve got your spirits crushed. I saw some decadence in you, but duress would never erase that single-mindedness of yours. I take it you hate working for me and maybe you abhorred defaming the innocent bit.”
Hamilton, tell me you got in touch. A horse must fuck more pleasurably than Green pontificates.
“Blah! you don’t know much about my target,” he pontificated some more. “His name is Matthew Stubley. Millionaire by 25, I suppose he joined your Libertarian party because he, like many younger businessmen, loved the money but despised limitations imposed by the Conservatives. He became Brave Hunter after many important players of other parties started using Brotherhood as an intermediary space and he was speaking the universal language of ambition. In the wake of the takeover, he submitted his clothing retailer to the state, we gave him the deputy chair. He has no political vision, he never had, never saying anything worthwhile, but in the shadows, he says how The New Androcentrism is inhumane, which might be his strong-willed wife cackling. Nobody should be sparing the spineless ones.”
Green, you despots are sparing spineless ones, you know they bend like the tubes.
*”They are prone to say that women lack backbone and are dependent on guidance as the euphemism goes. Such preposterous abjection is refuted by how we lived, positions the people elected us into.”*
*Mildred had the smallest history from our sad party, formerly mayor of a small Kentucky town, a month ago this fleshy enviromentalist to retire from politics expectably, holding newly the same null and void authority as elderly former governor of Missouri on her left and middle-aged former governor of Florida walking in the circle over the carpet. Or me, taking the chair jut as those two. By a tricky hand of fate it did us some good that power was still kept by Timothy Cooper in whose living room we were scheming.*
*”I´ve heard her speaking,” said the very man, programming input on his camera. Either he was separately printing every page of Nautilus ship records or he was turning between interfaces of his house. If so, then the new owner will reckon with the problems. “That’s going to be the opener or punchline?”*
*”Mildred should have been giving a speech on her campaign. She cries for justice all day long. My lines will be no less factual,” I barked.*
*People say that in the spots of politicians they are searching for honesty and we refined this commodity, standing in the group shot and as talking heads when Cooper focused. We compiled an appeal to the body of Conclave, singular in its balanced representation – the House of Experts.*
*”You are the pinnacle of intelligence and erudition and you do not discriminate,” I licked their boots. “Men among you must know The New Androcentrism isn´t science and the dictatorship is the stupidity fed by stupidity. Women among you should realize what a coíncidence gave them power and dignified life. Something we were for decades told we are entitled to as any human. All of you, do a smart thing and reject The new Androcentrism and the new constitution!”*
*When the camera went off, Mildred was twisting her mouth like if she bit the lemon, old Kirschner looked older and Chalmers said in a fatalist tone: “We tried.”*
*”Do you know it won´t be read only by them?” Cooper asked. “I will use my Conclave channel, but even if they were all silent, which they won´t be, one copy must go to the Princeps.”*
*”If not civil war, I sawed the mistrust at least,” I stated.*
*”They will read it tomorrow noon,” Cooper said. “I will be in Greece and soon call to Sweden if you ladies are in safety.”*
*I had still one big piece of luggage to pack up. Joseph. I went to my guest room and dialed him. Nothing. Shit! What about our rendezvous?*
*Oh, the host tracked me.*
*”Dismissed, Cooper!*
*He sat down, in fact.*
*”Excuse me? Should I te..”*
*”You do not deserve to be thanked, Cooper. You have done the only decent thing and paid the debt.”*
*I wanted to hurt him, lacking the expected satisfaction. I felt worse as I said that.*
*He scratched his nose.*
*”OK, an absolute sense of equity. Isn´t alien to me.”*
*I would sound weak if I apologized.*
*”Principles, Cooper. They mark us heroes in the corrupt societies.”*
“Reconnecting with your husband, Mr. Thompson, that will be your starting point. It is an over-combined plan, so you should agree soon. Stubley is disliked by other Brave hunters for staying true to Libertarianism and Libertarians don´t like any Brave Hunters. Some of the former party members need little to open ut the betrayer´s closet.
I can´t use you directly, everyone knows where you are. But you can tell Joseph to visit them. He will obey you and he will claim Stubley is trying to appropriate the justice department through him. Perhaps over you. They will find right forgotten facts and give them to the nice ladies they associate with Brotherhood in general, but they respond to me. I will strengthen my position with the help of our enemies, no less.”
You are turning good people into criminals or you are treating them like criminals. And you want to make me part of it because I was caught? I trod the air with my feet, it could refer to my defiance. I was supervising my eyes not to blink consequently.
“Don´t kick and go typing,” Green succumbed to his wishful thinking and in the public voice mode he called two musclemen back. One of them put hands on my thighs, the other kneeled to unlock the ankles. Green reactivated he private mode.
“You will exchange an email with Joseph and video call. I´ll bring him to you. By then he will be the key in eradicating…”
Green, you have misunderstood me as you misunderstood the development of Western civilization. We both love gadgets, fellow prefect. Small is insidious and progress leads to the small. I took the radio capsule by the swift grabbing index finger. I put it to to the warden´s ear artistically, not bluntly as I handled the browser.
Green was speechifying, blessed on the screen, but I would wrong him if called him oblivious. He encouraged the warden, who held me on the proverbial leash sloppily by the look of it.
He lost his mind when that man took off the capsule, scars disfiguring his lobe.
In the public mode told the other warden: “Shot your colleague at once!”
“On what shitty drugs are y… OOOOOWWW!”
The warden who heard something he shouldn´t, crippled the other´s knee with his gun. Two bullets ended up in the Green apparatus and the man threw it out of the window.
Incidentally, the monitors of the computer also replaced images with blank. The injured warden, too kind for killing a man without reason, was shouting curses to the roof, pleading the people who would hear, not to treat his injury, but “To snuff wacko and the whore!” His healthier colleague bent over to him and stole his gun, pointing to us, a man incapacitated, a woman cowering by that thing with mini blades.
“If you won´t go quickly, Green turns the whole building against you,” I said, mouth dry, tongue squeezed to the flat line. “You can use me as a human shield and l promise you reward from the Princeps and the Conclave.”
The life of the politician is comparable to that of a secret agent. Everybody´s a crook, but disclosure of your activities is a capital offense.
“How would we get away?” he spat.
“It´s almost nighttime and they are not prepared. Tell me, are you a good horserider?”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/o84nn3/the_princesses_in_the_tower_chapter_4_part_4
Thinks shine different than they appear… you keep our heads spinning as always!
Good luck with the horse!