Chapter 6: Waking on a Plane

A ringing in my ears along with the sounds of an engine greeted me when I awoke. I was awake yet everything was still black. Seeing only blackness, I lay still listening. The ringing was annoying but not debilitating. It added a background noise making understanding where sounds were coming from and what they were a little harder. The rocking of the bed with engine noise could only mean I was moving. In what and why were a mystery. A sudden drop made it plain, I was on a plane. All that was left was the why. Why was I on a plane? The last thing I remembered was filling Melanie’s sweet pussy with my seed.

“Hey is anyone out there?” I said, reminding me of Pink Floyd. I put my hands to my face feeling around seeing if I could figure out why I couldn’t see. All the while, wondering why musical references always popped into my head at the most random of times.

I felt the eye patches taped on my face. The presence of the patches, without any memory of how they got there, was disconcerting. I didn’t remember doing anything that would require them. Again, the last thing I remembered was Melanie’s absolutely perfect naked body filling my view. I was pumping my semen into her exquisite pussy. That was something I’d want to see over and over not shield my eyes from.

I clawed at one of the pieces of tape, trying to remove it. A firm hand grabbed my wrist pulling my hand away. “Honey, you need to let me do that.” The voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it with the ringing.

“I know you,” I said more as a statement than a question.

“Not as good as I had hoped. But when I went to get you, they’d already gone in and gotten you,” the mysterious voice said, no longer a mystery.

“Hello, Teri,” I said acknowledging who it was. “Who are they?”

“Oh, the doctors for the special unit you are in.” She answered. She assumed I’d know what it all meant. “Here let me help you with that. Close your eyes and don’t open them until I say.” She said peeling off the first patch.

“You’re not going to try and take advantage of me are you?” I quipped.

“Oh honey, I already did that while you were asleep.” She quickly picked up the earlier banter. Down to business, she added, “I’m replacing the lightproof patches with clear ones. They have to stay on for three more days.”

“Great, but I would love to know why they’re needed,” I said; addressing her medical directions. Not wanting the banter to end, I asked, “Did I at least enjoy it?”

“You mean you don’t remember? I am so hurt. I know it was an experience I will never forget. Forget black dicks, I’m going only for red ones from here on out.” She answered; taping a plastic patch to my face. “As for the why these are needed that comes at your briefing.”

Again I said, “Great. When is the briefing? And who told you about the red dick thing?”

Nurse Teri continued our two threaded conversation. “Once everyone is up and lucid, they’ll schedule the briefing. “ She grinned wide, “And what red dick thing?”

“Very funny.” I knew she wouldn’t tell me, who had told her the nickname. I didn’t see any reason for asking a second time. Instead, I asked, “Everyone? ... who is everyone?”

“Oh, the other draftees picked for the company. It’s a select few from our camp. Ten of you. More will be explained during your briefing.” Her answer lacked the silliness part of all the other comments.

“Do I know any of the other ten?” I said keeping my eyes closed; wanting to open them and look around. “Are any of them awake?”

“Well you know Private Ivy and I think you know Private Milliken.” She said adding, “Funny you seem to know only women. And neither of them are awake yet. I believe there is one other guy with a southern accent. A Private McGucken.” She taped a second plastic patch over the other eye. “I think he’s awake.” The second patch in place, “Ok these have to stay on for one full day. And you can open your eyes now.”

I slowly opened my eyes and saw Teri’s bright happy face. Looking around there were nine other cots secured down in the cargo bay of a large airplane. The cots took up only a small section of the area the rest was taken up with pallets upon pallets of boxes and crates. Many that said ‘This side up.’ I saw Terry sitting on a cot across the aisle and down a couple. He had clear eye patches over his eyes making him look a bit like a bug. Along with that, he had white cotton bandages behind his ears and a crew cut. The second two things had my hands going to my head.

I found I too had the bandages and crew cut. I wondered what the bandages behind my ears were for. if they were why my ears had a ringing. I guess I’d find it out later at the briefing. While I was looking around Teri asked, “Can you see ok?”

Getting in one last joke, I pointed to my right eye saying, “Yeah but this eye has a blurry spot.” I rubbed the outside of the plastic covering using the edge of the sheet as a rag. “Oh, just a fingerprint. Nevermind.”

Teri shoved my shoulder. “You are so bad.” Getting up from next to me she said, “I see Private Ivy is waking up. I best be getting to her.”

“Fine leave me for somebody else.” I got in before she left my bedside. With Teri gone, I motioned to the other Terry to come see me. He started over his eyes looking gigantic, magnified by the plastic coverings. Sitting on the edge of the bed, where Teri had just left, I said, “So you managed to skip out on the rest of basic I see. Probably a good thing. Since the last time I saw you, the Drill Sergeant was knocking you on your ass.”

“Yeah, that bastard is strong. I rarely get knocked off my feet.” He said as an excuse. “You managed to stay off his radar fairly well. Well except for the red dick thing ... Oh and the rifle range. It’s a good thing the pretty girl bailed you out. By the way, why did she do that?”

I figured the truth was stranger than fiction, “Because I have a huge dick, she really likes.”

“Oh, that’s right. You were in the back of the bus together. You two go to the same church or something?” He guessed, ignoring the possibility what I said was true, and took my statement as usual male boasting.

“Yeah or something.” I couldn’t believe this guy had an IQ higher than a turnip. “You mind me asking, are your ears ringing?”

“Yes. I think it is part of the augmentation they added. I haven’t figured out yet how they plan on charging the battery though. Probably inductive charging while we sleep.” He sounded so sure of what he was saying.

“What augmentation? I never agreed to any augmentation.” I said pissed off and my tone said it.

“Hey, I’m not the one who put what is most likely cutting edge technology in us. So don’t bitch at me.” He said defensively which I can’t blame him for. I was acting like Caesar and he was the soldier bringing bad news from the front. “Did you sign something during your medical exam?”

“Yes, but I didn’t have time to read it,” I admitted.

Terry looked at me like I was some sort of retard. “How long could it take? It was just two pages?”

“Maybe five to ten minutes. How long did they give you? And what did we agree to?” I asked.

“I don’t know maybe a minute maybe less. I’ve taught myself to speed read. Some of the legal jargon took longer than usual. It said we agreed to let the Army add high-tech prosthetics if they determined it necessary.” He explained. He let his geekiness show saying, “I always wondered what it’d be like being part of the Borg.”

“I’m thrilled for you. But what did they add and why?” I wondered. “And what does it have to do with our physical?” I continued wondering out loud.

“I don’t understand anything about the physical,” Terry said. He looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to our conversation. “What does having sex with a seventy-ish-year-old woman have to do with my health.”

“Beats me,” I answered, laughing a little bit loud, happy I won the lottery. I wouldn’t be sharing who I had to have sex with. I scanned the cargo bay realizing I’d been louder than I expected, laughing at Private McGucken’s luck. I found most everyone was looking our way. Besides Terry and Melanie, I didn’t recognize any of the other faces looking at me. I saw Megan just two beds over still knocked out with the black eye patches.

Melanie lost it. She pointed at me filling the cargo bay with her yelling, “Rapist, throw the rapist off the plane. He raped me. Kill that fucker.”

I looked at Terry a bit embarrassed at the accusations that were basically true. I wasn’t about to lie to him about it. Evidently, my lack of a defense didn’t bother him, or he was too shocked to say anything. I thought, maybe he had to do the same thing to the old lady they’d saddled him with.

Finally, I heard Nurse Teri try and console Melanie, “It’s Ok. He’s over there. He won’t bother you. Just hush for now.”

Melanie turned to the nurse continuing to yell but now at her, “I won’t be quiet. He raped me. He violated me with his dick. He needs to pay for what he did.”

“Girl, don’t you be yelling at me,” Teri’s sunny disposition turned darker than her skin in an instant. “And don’t you be yelling at...” her recollection of my name had slipped her. “ Red dick over there, until you know the whole story.”

“He was supposed to be my friend but he raped me.” She alternated her accusing gaze between Nurse Teri and me. “That is the whole story.”

A stocky man with a buzz cut came out from behind a curtain at the front of the airplane. He had a serious look about him, in his tan camouflage uniform and army boots laced uptight. His wide face with deep inset brown eyes looked angry. “Private Ivy front and center.”

“What did I do?” Melanie said getting up. Walking past me she again pointed at me. “He’s the rapist, not me. “ I felt like a heal, because in the strictest sense she was right, though I thought it more like mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I did it to save her life. But I wasn’t about to get into a shouting match with her about it.

“Private Ivy,” The large wide man bellowed, “You will keep all comments to yourself. Private Johnson, you will present yourself.”

I didn’t know the man demanding my presence from the man on the moon. But, he seemed like someone that was used to getting his way. Based on his demeanor I guessed him to be an officer of some sort, “Yes sir, I’ll be right there.” I walked a couple steps behind Melanie. I noticed her gait wasn’t the smooth glide it had been. The last time, I stared at her perfect ass swaying as she walked.

Standing beside Melanie in front of the generally pissed-off officer, I tried to have little to no eye contact with the man. He hesitated for a second waiting for Melanie to stand at attention, before growling. “Both of you over there,” He pointed to the area blocked from the rest of the cargo bay. Again, I followed Melanie to the confined area, with the stocky officer following us. Out of room to go any further, the low voice said, “Do we have a problem?”

I wasn’t about to open my mouth, seeing only bad things occurring if I did. Melanie didn’t see what I saw, “Yes the fucker raped me! I want to press charges. I want him in jail or brig. Whatever you call it, hung by his balls!”

Turning to me for a response, the officer looked even more pissed. “And you say.”

“Nothing sir.” I started. “It’d take too long. And what I’d say won’t do it justice.” I’d learned watching a couple of buddies, that opening your mouth to the authorities was a sure-fire way to end up in jail.

“Fine, here is what I know.” His voice demanded attention despite not being raised. Looking at Melanie, he said, “This is a special unit. A select few will be part of it. Not for their physical strength or great tactical ability. It’s for the perceived ability to compartmentalize their morals. So you say you want Private Johnson brought up on charges of rape. Fine. Here are the things you aren’t taking into consideration. First is you signed a contract saying you’d never talk about what goes on in this company or the test to get in. Thus just your application to bring charges is a violation of your contract. He will be prosecuted, but so will you. Second, in the meantime, you will have failed the last objective, you were to complete as part of your physical. You didn’t succeed; Private Johnson just happened to do what we were using as a yardstick for completion. Thus while waiting on his court marshal, you’ll be sent to the front as soon as we land. Speak of it again and I’ll make sure it will happen.”

Melanie’s determination to see me in jail evaporated. She shrunk back a little while the conversation turned to me. “You ... You did what she said. I understand why you did it, but it doesn’t excuse it. When we’re done here, you’ll be nothing but overly pleasant to her. If I hear of you ever doing something like that again with one of our service men or women. I’ll personally take you out back and put a bullet in the back of your head. No jury ... No trial, just a bullet.”

He looked as if he meant every word he was saying, which seemed to hearten Melanie. “Now,” he continued, “My mother was a tyrannical woman when it came to conflicts between family members. And we’re going to be family at our new camp. So in keeping with her form of justice, you two will kneel up straight here facing each other. Until both of you are willing to give the other a hug and kiss, and never speak of this again. I’ll tell you, my brothers and I could hold out a long time. But, in the end, we always gave in. Now face each other and kneel!”

I couldn’t believe, we’d be subjected to such a form of coercive punishment, but turned to Melanie and knelt. She looked as if she was going to say something but thought better. She, too, turned to me and knelt. The final instruction came when we were both kneeling, “I’m not going to sit here and watch, but if I come by. You better be up straight if you like living. And together you can come and find me when you are ready to show me a hug and kiss.”

I was ready to bury the hatchet and take her lithe body in my arms and give her the kiss demanded immediately. Melanie was having none of it. With the officer out of earshot, she snarled, “I’ll never do what he said. Even if I have to kneel here until I starve to death.”

Calmly and quietly I replied, “OK.” The metal floor’s sandy nonslip surface was eating into my knees rather rapidly. I hated to think that Melanie would destroy her perfectly flawless legs because she hated me at that moment. While kneeling I could hear Megan waking up and talking with the nurse wondering about the eye patches. I bet Teri got tired of answering the same question each time a person woke up. Which reminded me, why didn’t Teri have to have the plastic eye covering like the rest of the plane’s passengers?

Melanie held out, not even talking at me, for a lot longer than I expected. A couple of times the stocky officer, who hadn’t given us his name or rank came by. He said nothing, only looked and shook his head. For the most part, he ignored me concentrating his attention on Melanie. I assumed he knew I was ready from the first second to do what his mother had required of him. When he was growing up. But Melanie’s face transmitted a completely different message.

Over an hour and a half later she said, “You’re a fucking lying asshole. And to think, I thought you were a friend. And while I can’t say it, you know what you are. And only degenerates, cowards and fucking losers do that.”

I let her vent, saying nothing in my own defense. She was right on those that raped girls for no reason but for the pleasure of it or for control of them. But, mine was neither. I’d been forced to it. I wanted her safe from possible failure and front-line service.

She paused a long time and began a second berating. “Is it the only way you can get that thing up? A willing partner isn’t enough for you. So you have to take it by force? What are you too big a wimp to take rejection, so you resort to violence? I bet you do this all the time when women reject you ... You and that abnormal dick of yours.” Minutes passed, lots of minutes before a tear started down from her eye only to be caught by the protective covering creating a puddle at the bottom. The first tear was followed by many more making the puddle a pool.

Finally non accusatorily Melanie questioned, “Why? Why’d you do it?”

“Because you are my friend,” I began planning on a whole explanation when she interjected.

“Fucked you. That is not what friends do.”

No other tirade came, so I started again, “Because despite what you might think. You were becoming a friend.” I paused waiting for her angry rebuttal, which never came. “And when you failed on your first attempted method, I couldn’t bear to see you fail in the only other one available to us. If you failed there you’d have been on the way to the front right now. Instead, you’re here hating me. Whether you want to believe it or not. I decided you here hating me was better than knowing you were going where the fighting is. And, I could have prevented it. You see ... You dead is worse than you despising me for the rest of my life.”

“Bullshit,” She said her puffy eyes looking redder than normal after a cry. The plastic bug eyes made everything behind them seem bigger and more intense. “You just wanted to get off, in order to pass your physical. You could have cared less about me or what you were doing to me.”

Staying calm I responded, “If I wasn’t concerned for you. I could’ve just cum in your mouth after ten minutes. I would’ve passed my physical and been on this plane without you. You on the other hand would be on a plane to Jordan or some other hell hole with a gun. And I for damn sure wouldn’t be kneeling here. Waiting for you to understand what I did was for your own good. No, I’d be looking for a secluded spot on this plane, where Megan and I could be going at it. She owes me a good fuck or suck. I haven’t decided which. So think what you will, and I’ll kneel here with you as long as you think it’s necessary.”

I think the only thing she got out of what I said was about Megan, “So did you rape her too?”

“Of course not,” I said. “And not that it’s any of your business. But we’d planned a rendezvous for later that night. The night they stuck you and me in the padded room”

“I’ll have to let her know how lucky she was you ended up in that padded room. You probably would’ve violated her too.” She said accusingly.

“You can tell her, but I doubt she’ll believe you. Again, what you don’t know is, she and I’ve already had sex once. And she instigated it.” I said shifting on my aching knees.

“What?” Melanie squawked in disbelief. She, too, had started shifting her weight on her knees. “And she wanted to do it again?”

“Yes believe it or not some women like having sex with me. They’ve even said I’m a good lover.” I said tooting my own horn. “Responsive and mindful of what they need to take my oversized dick into them. Unfortunately, we didn’t have the luxury of time that it takes to do that. It can take over an hour, to do what we had to do in two minutes. And for that, I apologize.”

Melanie continued kneeling in front of me not saying a word. She stared at me for a while studying my face. I think she was trying to figure out if I was lying to her or not. I’m sure she determined I wasn’t. I was a horrible liar and poker player because my face was an open book. Plus I imagine looking like her; she’d have a honed ability at reading people and their intentions.