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Summary: It is the year 2036, the United States has built a maximum-security prison where you go in and can never get out. It is built in the middle of the desert where it is a four-day walk in any direction and is monitored by motion sensors and satellite imaginary.
It is called The William Jefferson Clinton Memorial Federal Prison (inside joke). The prisoners call it the Seven Circles of Hell. It is a lifer prison with no guards and no rules. The prisoners make their own rules. A tall, dark, blue-eyed female warrior who calls herself the Conqueror has ruled it for six years.
A young, green-eyed, golden-haired blond reporter is sent to Hell for a crime she didn't commit. A powerful and ruthless corporate raider must silence the young woman who learned too many secrets. Upon entering Hell, the young woman is given a vital mission that will lead her to the Conqueror.
Part 4
Chapter 4: The Second Circle
Honey and her ten warriors found Gay and her Army on the fourth ranch that they encountered. Gay ran to meet her friend, but found it wasn't her friend at all. The life that had been in her eyes was gone. It was replaced by sorrow. "Honey, I want you to tell me everything. Let's go to my tent."
Before she left one of the ten warriors that had accompanied Honey, stepped forward. She handed Gay a message. "From the Conqueror, Warlord," the girl said as she handed Gay the message.
"I'll read it later," Gay said as she turned dismissing them.
As Gay and Honey went to Gay's tent, the Doctor approached them and said, "Gay we have a problem."
"What is it, Doc?"
"The animals here are infected with some bacteria. It is having an effect on their metabolisms. Now the bacteria are harmless to humans, but it is effect the growth hormones of these animals. In other words, they are getting smaller. Each generation is smaller than the previous one. Soon they will be dwarves. We have to do something or they are going to lose some of their food supply."
"Tucker's a chemical engineer and Wash is a chemist, who did drug research, maybe they can help. Setup a lab and do some research. I need to check on Honey. There's something wrong with her. I need to try and find out what it is."
"Okay, I'll get Tucker and Wash and maybe we can setup some kind of lab. I'll update you later. Do you want me to exam her?"
"I think it is more mental than physical. Maybe, later. Let me see what I can do first. Check with me in say an hour."
"Okay."
"Come on, Honey. Let's go talk."
Scribbler approached the Conqueror. She appeared bored. This made him very cautious. "Your Majesty, I have a message for you from your informant in the Warlord's camp. She is in place and sends you this message," he said as he handed her the message.
She scanned the message:
I am in the camp. I have met with Gay today. I gave her your message. She didn't read it before she took Honey to her tent to exam her. Just like you said she would.
Her team has encountered a bacterial infection in the cattle that is stunting their growth. She has the two chemists and the Doctor researching the problem. I await further instructions.
"Things are going well," she said to Scribbler, "Get me some paper and let me pin some instructions and have them get to our little spy."
The new agent for the Conqueror read the instructions and proceeded to bug the research tent. She needed to know what was going on in there.
Gay looked in Honey's haunted eyes and nearly cried. She examined the almost catatonic woman. Her breasts were bruised and tender. They had been burned with something. There were healing welt from a whip on her back, stomach and thighs. Her nipples and clit were elongated and stretched. But each touch of her examination caused the woman to moan in delight.
Gay found herself reacting to how Honey was getting stimulated by her touch. A tear ran down her cheek as her hand lightly traced a healing welt on the woman's stomach. The woman leaned back on her hands and arched her back to increase the contact. Gay leaned over and lightly kissed the healing welt and then ran her tongue along its length. Honey moaned in response.
Gay began to pull lightly on Honey's nipple rings. "Harder," Honey encouraged.
Gay pulled harder. Then she started to pull down Honey's pants, when she noticed the dildo up her slit and the butt plug in her ass. Honey spoke, "Those are presents for you she said. I was ordered only to remove them when I went to the bathroom and replace them after I wash myself. I also ordered to clean them with my mouth and tongue when I removed them. I was also order to stimulate myself four times daily. She said she would know if I failed to meet these instructions. She said she would punish me severely if I failed to obey her. I am to tell you I am her gift to you."
"Honey, you will listen to my instructions from now on," she said with tears running down her cheek.
Her only thoughts were on how to undo the damage done to her friend. She said, "Go to sleep, Honey."
"Yes, mistress," she said as she went to sleep.
Gay then remembered the message and read it:
Hope you liked my gift. It was fun making it and wrapping it. Just a reminder of who runs this place. You can fix her. It will just take a little time and patients. I know you have already figured out the rest. Just don't kill her. I am just as interested in making this place self-sufficient as you are.
Dana
'The bitch, she knew I'd check out Honey's condition before I read her message. Damn she's smart,' she thought, 'I wonder which one of them is the spy. She knew I would know about the spy the minute I talk to Honey. Hell, her message is what tipped me off. What is she up to? The only way she could have known if Honey was obeying her instructions was through a spy. So who was the spy and how are they communicating?'
"Go get the Doctor and have one of healers come here. I want them here in two minutes."
"Yes, Warlord."
'First I had to find out who? Then, how? And finally, why? Of course, she's telling me everything. The one who delivered the message is the spy. Why is she making this so damn easy? Well, first things first. Let me go talk to her spy. Maybe she told her something else. Why do I feel like a fly caught in her web?'
The doctor came into the tent. Honey was lying nude on Gay's cot. Gay ordered, "Look her over Doc, she's had a rough time. She was tortured and sexually assaulted. See what you can do to heal her body. And I'll try to heal her soul."
Gay had the spy brought to her. She had nothing on her. "Janet is your name, right? You're from Gotho right. Janet, I wanted to thank you for the message from the Conqueror and I was wondering. Did she give any other messages for me?"
"No, my Warlord, nothing."
"Then how are you communicating with her?"
The deer-in-the-headlights look made it obvious, she had already done so, but she tried to bluff with, "What do you mean, my Warlord?"
"I mean how are you getting your spy messages back and forth."
The young woman bolted for the entrance, but was tripped by Gay. She suddenly felt the strength of her Warlord and was terrified. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I do not like pain and she made me feel it and it scared me. So, I agreed. I had to. I had to."
She grabbed the sobbing woman and dragged her to see Honey and said, "That is pain. She suffered it. You barely were touched and yet you were willing to break you oaths to buy a little relief.
Doctor how many lashes did Honey take."
"46, I can count."
"Take her and give her 23 with the cat. Then rest her, treat her wounds, then give her 23 more. Then she will receive 5 lashes a day until Honey is back as she was before. Now go."
The Doctor said, "That will never happen. She will never be the same. That is rather cruel sentence."
"Doctor, she feels guilt and shame. The lashes will purge her of those. If she survives, she will be stronger for it.
"Breaker, Breaker, this is the Warlord. Come Back."
"Did you get my presents?"
"Yeah, one of them is outside getting 23 from the cat as we speak."
"That's nice."
"How did you guys communicate?"
"This is the Conqueror signing off. 10-4"
Doc made his report, "We isolated the composition of the bacteria. We have come up with a couple of ideas on how to treat and we are sure that we can counteract it. However, it has already affected the gene pool of these herds. The herds won't breed smaller, but they need an influx of new genes to get back what has been lost. I'm not a vet nor geneticist, but we need some new cattle. I'd say a 100 bulls would do."
Gay said, "I'll call the Queen Bitch and tell her."
"Breaker, Breaker, this is the Warlord. Come Back."
"I thought we work out you weren't going to be doing that any more."
"No, we didn't. I have some news on the cattle front. Your Majesty."
"And what would be? I hadn't realized that was a problem with the cattle."
"Shah, right. Your spy told you every. Your Royalness."
"Okay, Okay, did they find a cure."
"The Doc says we need a 100 new bulls to get them back to reproducing regular size cattle. It seems that they have stopped the bacteria plaguing the cattle, but they can't reverse its effects, because those effects are genetic."
"I'll see what I can do. This is the Conqueror. Over and out."
Gay was holding a training class for her top students. They had gone through stretching and warming up. They were doing their exercises. When a large man in black robes strode up to the class. Gay circled the class with her staff to get between her class and the strange looking man.
"I am Lui Chi Mu. I am called Tempus. I have come for the one who calls herself the Warlord."
"I am the Warlord. What do what?"
"I want your life. I was sent by my master to give a message and take your life."
"Since I may not live to hear it. What is your message?"
"My master says there is only one Warlord and one Conqueror. He is the Warlord."
A knife came sailing at her from under one of the man's dark folds, but Gay was prepared for the move and just stepped out of the way. Her staff was a blaze of light. It struck in every direction. The dark man was barely able to defend himself.
He wanted to end the fight quickly. He didn't killing women, but he had his orders. So, he thought he would be merciful and kill her quickly. So, he hurled a hidden knife, but she easily evaded it.
Suddenly, her staff was everywhere. He had barely enough time to unsheathe his katana to block the whirling blows. Several of her blows connected and he was forced to roll and dodge. It soon became apparent that she was not only his equal, but his better.
In desperation, he started kicking dust in order to obscure her vision. He was able to get one smoke ball out and use it. He hoped to camouflage a change. So he gain some offensive momentum. It didn't work.
When he used the ball, it left him open to a sudden attack, of which she took advantage. Suddenly his katana was on the ground and was on his back. Then he saw the tip of staff descending onto his head. Then, he saw a burst of stars and then darkness.
When Gay had rendered the dark man unconscious, she was mobbed by her students with 'I've never seen anything like that;' 'Who is he?' and her favorite 'What did he want?'
'Thank you, I don't know and kill me are the answers,' she thought.
"Get Doc. Let's tie him up before he comes to. And strip him to his underwear and search it. He probably has weapons up his butt, but I wouldn't what any of you to search there."
All the girls giggled, but got right to work. When he awoke he was naked except for a loincloth and a man was examining his head. The man said, "A minor concussion. No fracture."
"You're lucky she pulled her blow or you would be dead,' said the man.
But then he looked at the women and said, "Maybe not so lucky."
He looked into the green eyes of the woman he fought and his testicles shrunk to pebbles. He saw pain in her eyes. His pain. Death might have been less traumatic.
His head was pounding. He had trouble focusing on her words. He heard, "Who you for?"
"Huh?"
"Who do you work for?"
"I told you, the Warlord Chin."
"I'm going to let you go as you are. You will go back to this Chin guy and tell him. He has four days to surrender or he will die."
The assassin was untied and lead away from camp. He walked back to his master's house and gave him her message. He resigned his position and whispered something into his former master's ear. His former master ordered the assassin's death. He killed four who tried to stop him from killing his ex-master. With multiple wounds and two arrows in his chest, he slumped over and died.
The Warlord shivered from the man's whispered words. She is a better man than you.
"Breaker, Break..."
"PLEASEEE, I am begging you to stop doing that. Just say Gay here. I keep the radio with me all the time. How would you like to wake up to Breaker, Breaker."
"Okay, Your Majesty. I'll quit it. I encountered an assassin and he wanted to kill me. Your Royal Dame."
"Well, since you're talking to me, I assume he failed. And I didn't send him. No way, you're doing too much good."
"I knew you didn't. He said he was sent by some Warlord named Chin. Do you know something about this guy? Your Worship"
"Gay just go back to Dana. And no, I never heard of the guy. You got any 4-1-1 on him?"
"Yeah, he's collecting a 50 percent tax on every calf in the area. I've already talked to two ranches that is paying the tax."
"Fifty, the tax is only twenty. Five percent to the collector and 15 to me."
"Well somebody is getting fat, Dana."
"I'll talk to Rodriguez. He's in charge of that circle. I'll get back to you. Bye, Gay."
"Bye, Dana."
Dana immediately radioed Rodriguez. This is the first time she had ever radioed him directly. "Circle two. This the Conqueror come in."
"Your Majesty, I will get Senór Rodriguez immediately."
She only had to wait 68 seconds, before an out of breath administrator answered, "What can I do for you, Your Majesty."
"Rodriguez do you know of a Warlord named Chin."
"Yes, Your Majesty, he is one of my best tax collectors. He never is short and always on time."
"That's interesting. Did you know, he was collect fifty percent of all calves raised?"
"That's not possible, Your Majesty. That is illegal."
"I know. I made the law. Rodriguez, you're fired. I'll give a three day head start, before I sentence you to death. Good Bye."
"Gay, this is Dana. You there?"
"Yeah, Dana. I was looking after Honey. You hurt her badly."
"Gay, I didn't do anything that she didn't ask me to do. Her problem is different than what you are thinking. Try another line of thinking. The reason I called is to tell you that I replaced Rodriguez. I need you to find his replacement."
"Okay, I'll be on the lookout."
"By the way could you kill Chin for me."
"Okay. Good Night, Dana."
"Good night, Gay."
Gay recognized with sadness the head hanging from a pole as a warning of not to continue on this trial. 'That son of a bitch, I'm going to kill the old bastard myself,' she thought.
Gay sent out scouts to get her some information. It was a little early, but she ordered a noon break for a cold lunch. She also order weapons ready. She figured it was coming to a fight soon.
After about fifty minutes, the scouts returned with the report of an ambush about a klick down the road. She called out her entire compliment of scouts and her best hunters. She ordered her warriors to give them ten minutes. Then they were to travel down the road like they knew nothing.
Gay split the party into two. She sent Wash with one half to cover one side of the road and she took the half to cover the other side of the road. Her plan was simple they work their way around the ambush then when the others were just about to spring the trap; they would ambush the ambushers.
Several sentinels and flankers had to be taken out before the teams could get into position without notice. They were almost too late. They managed to get in position just in time. Suddenly, Gay gave the word, "Fire!"
The ambushers didn't have a chance. Arrows were coming from their rear and were forced into the oncoming army. To his credit, the officer in charge saw immediately his hopeless position and ordered a general surrender.
The commanding officer was brought to Gay for questioning. "Do you know who I am," she asked?
"Yes, you are the Warlord Gay."
"Do you know who I represent?"
"Yourself?"
"No, I am the vassal of the Conqueror. I have orders to bring her the head the Warlord Chin. Why should I spare you?"
"Because I can tell you everything you need to know to defeat him."
"I'm listening."
He told her everything, including numbers, locations, fortifications and sentry codes.
"Thank you. Guards send this man to the Conqueror with my compliments and letter explaining his situation. Five should be sufficient to escort him to her."
"Wait you promised to spare me."
"I asked you why I should, not that I would. But I am sparing you. The Conqueror, however, will have to make her own judgment."
The guards dragged him out whimpering and screaming. Gay turned to her other guard and said, "Tell Wash to make camp for the night."
When the guard left, Gay went to her bucket and started vomiting and sobbing. Abruptly, she felt a hand stroking her hair and a sweet voice asking, "What's wrong, Gay? What happened? Can I help you?"
"Honey, you're up and not catatonic," shouted Gay, who was unable to get keep the excitement out of her voice.
"I heard you crying and vomiting and had to check on you."
"I know, Honey. We need to talk."
"The Conqueror says that she did nothing to you for which you didn't ask. Is this true," asked Gay.
"That's true," answered a truculent Honey, "I have some very different taste in sex."
"Then, why the coma?"
"Jealousy, shame. I betrayed your trust in me. I allowed the Conqueror to me against you. She gave me the choice of going home and being entertained by her for a couple of days. I allow my libido to rule my brain. She used me to get to you. When you swear allegiance to her for my sake, I knew I had betrayed your trust.
I wanted more from you than your friendship. So I got jealous. And I wanted revenge for the pain that you had caused me. I wanted you to be jealous and fight for me. I wish I were dead. I am so sorry. I don't know what else to say," the older woman replied, then she burst into tears."
Gay reached over and slapped her to the ground. Then she kicked her friend in the face, making her lip bleed. Then, Gay said, "Now do you feel better."
The groggy and buxom woman said, "What do mean and why did you kick me?"
"You needed to be punished. In your mind, you needed for me to punish your for your actions. So, I punished you. Do you feel better?"
"Yes, I do feel better," she told guy as got up and started to leave the too.
"Next time don't punish me so hard," Honey mumbled as she rubbed her soar parts and left the tent, leaving Gay alone with her thoughts.
The Conqueror sat on her throne listening half-heartedly to the whining of a small pottery maker from the Fifth Circle. 'His taxes were too high. They are always complaining that their taxes or too high,' thought the Conqueror.
"Your Majesty, how can anyone stay in business. When they force us to give up to you every other pot."
"How much?"
"Every other pot."
"The tax is one in five. Sit down over there for a sec. Scribbler, get Hazzard. Dressler someone is behind this. The same illegal tax rate on two different levels is not a coincidence."
A huge man strode into the throne room followed by Scribbler. "Hazzard, something is going on. I want you to find out what it is. Scribbler, give him all the particulars," she said as the Conqueror left the throne room for her apartment.
"Gay, are there," the Conqueror asked over the radio.
After a slight pause, "Yeah, I'm here."
"Did I wake you?"
"Yeah, we got a battle coming up and I have the troops resting up. The first sleep I've had in 32 hours."
"Sorry, but this couldn't wait. There's more to this than one renegade Warlord. I just interviewed a merchant from the Fifth Circle, he's being taxed 50%."
"That's means someone's controlling this. Who has that kind of power, besides you?"
"Yesterday, I would have said no one."
"We need Chin alive. Huh?"
"WE, huh?"
"Yeah, we."
"Yeah, WE need him alive. Sorry to complicate for you."
"No you're not. You're loving this."
"We've never meet, but you know me so well. I've got to get back. I hate to say this, but I'm counting on you."
"I know you hate to have help. I have to call a staff meeting. Call you after it's over. Bye."
"Bye."
The Conqueror stood there looking at the radio for a moment, wondering how they knew each other so well, having never met. She also wondered why she trusted her. She also realized that she did trust this woman she had only talked to on the radio. It was scary.
Gay sent runners to gather her staff. They had to alter their plan. Her plan had been simple located the Warlord and take him out. Without a leader, she figured the army would just give up the ghost. That was not an option, now.
Scouts reported to Gay. 'Good it's just like they report an hour ago. I wonder if Wash is ready,' she thought, 'No. Be patient, Gay. If he were ready he would signal. Boy, there is something familiar about the Conqueror's voice. I feel so comforted and safe when I hear that voice. And I know exactly what she is going to say before she says it. It's scary