Prison & Escape into the Hills - Chapter 1

Simone Baptiste

Simone Baptiste - French
Rolf – German – Simone’s Dog
Marcel Ventoux – French – Kell
Chuck Naldrett – Canadian – DaveG
Leopoldo Lugones – Argentina – Rich
Leonid Rokossovsky – Russian - Sukh
Rosalyn De Steel – English – Dabe
Richard Bering – English – NPC
Ross Baker – American – NPC
Carl Schnider – German - NPC

Imprisonment

Feeling groggy, I wake up in a brightly lit dormitory with patterned walls. All our clothing had been removed and replaced with brightly coloured prison garb. As I am coming round a man (who introduced himself as Richard) came over to see how I was getting on. He explained that we seemed to be locked in this room and people seemed to be waking up when the drugs had worn off. Richard was English and he seemed to be very nice. There are a crowd of us in the room from all round the world, including one Spanish man (Leopoldo) who has only one other person to talk to. There is a French man (Marcel) and a French speaking Canadian (Chuck) so at least we have a small group to talk to without struggling with English. In total there are seven men and two women in the group. The other woman is a 30+ year old called Rosalyn who, apparently comes from a very well off family in England. She is expecting her ’Daddy’ to get her out of this situation. The American (Ross) I spot giving Rosalyn and I the eye. I don’t like him as he gives me the creeps. At least some of others look slightly embarrassed when I catch them giving me the once over.

We are eventually let out of the room. The door seems to be controlled remotely as there was no one there when we exited from the room. Our prison consists of the dormitory, toilets with shower cubicles, kitchen, dinning room, lounge and an outdoor courtyard. Even this is not fully open to the air, been covered with some mesh approximately 10m up. This is apparently electrified, well at least according to the signs. There also seems to be cameras in all the rooms and a speaker system.

Over the following days (I loose track of how many) we are all kept imprisoned and only communicated to over the speakers. One by one we are all called into a side room. There they conduct more tests on me but were not very communicative even when I tried to engage them in conversation. Everyone I talked to was an American so I presume it was the same for everyone else. Despite repeated pleas I was not told anything about Rolf’s whereabouts or his condition.

Attempted Rape

More and more I found myself withdrawing from the group. Spending more time in the dormitory rolled up in my bed hiding from the world. Only leaving when required for more tests or to eat. My change in behaviour seemed to be not noticed by most of the group but was noticed by some.

One day Ross came in and despite repeated requests for him to go away he starts to force himself upon me. Feelings of fear now washed over me I realised his intent was rape as I was all alone and considerably smaller than him. Only when I started to scream did he stop and leaves muttering about “frigid French bitch”. This is my lowest time in the prison as while rocking back and forth rolled into a ball sobbing, I realised that the guards would have watched all this on their cameras and did not intervene. They could have helped but they had not, so we were not even valuable test cases to them. Later on Richard came in to ask me how things were. I sobbed out what happened and he said he would sort it out to make certain it never happened again. He asked if there was anything else he could do to make things better for me so I asked if he could find out anything about Rolf for me. He said he would do what he could but maybe it would be better if I stayed in the same areas as the rest of the group.

Stress Relief

I was not the only one who was finding things stressful as Leopoldo had taken to digging in the courtyard and Marcel was finding life without cigarettes very hard. Leonid is arguing all the time with Ross the American and has been beaten by the guards for his trouble. The next day I was called to the test room and informed that I would be taken outside. I was loaded into the back of an army truck which had its canvas sides down. From the few glimpses I had it looked like we were imprisoned on an army base in some tropical country judging by the heat and trees. After a 5 minute drive we drove into something that looked like a warehouse. I was then put into a side room to wait. I heard the door handle go and a guard walked in, … leading ROLF!!! *big big smiles and happiness* I hugged him and hugged him, it was great to see him and he seemed as pleased to see me. I stoked him, checked him for injures, scratched him behind his ears while he was his usual licky self seeming no worse for his imprisonment. It was great!!! But all too quickly he and I was separated and he was led away but at least I know he was here on the base with me and physically he seemed fine. On the route back to my own prison I tried to make a mental note of the direction/route from my prison to Rolf’s.

When I arrived back I found out that Marcel had been looking for me. He had received a pack of cigarettes and a couple of bottles of red wine and wanted to share it with someone. I was feeling very happy and wanted to celebrate so I happily acquiesced to his suggestion. We spent a very enjoyable couple of hours in the garden courtyard drinking wine, smoking and discussing all things French. That night I slept soundly for the first time in a few weeks.

Things go strange

Thing started to go strange in the house when one day Carl the German seemed to have a fit and started punching things. When we tried to calm him down he threw us across the room with what seemed like superhuman strength. Ross just backed off and watched. I felt a bit strange myself been able to see the seething anger/confusion that Carl was suffering. I was able to lay what seemed a calming blanket across his mind while the others managed to get control of him. At that point the guards burst in with guns and told us to back away. I could see their feelings of hatred tinged with fear directed at us. Two of them grabbed Carl by the arms and frog marched him out of the room.

We then started to discuss what happened. Ross was acting all big and tough which wound up Chuck the Canadian, who said that Ross was a coward who did nothing. Ross asked him to repeat this which Chuck was more than happy to do. Ross then leapt across the table to attack Chuck. Richard clamped down on the situation so when the guards came in, it was all peaceable.

Later the scientists asked us to do a test where we had to chose two people to survive and the reasons why. There were some noticeable results from this –

Most people chose themselves and either Rosalyn or myself. I was the more popular.

Both Chuck and I did not select Ross for survival as he was a coward, and in my case I said he was a rapist.

Marcel and I selected each other for survival as we are French.

Leopoldo and Rosalyn both chose each other, she because she loved strong men and he because she had big tits. Leopoldo does make me laugh.

Leonid was the only person to not select one of the women. He selected himself and Ross!! The reason been he could then kill Ross so he could be certain that no American lived.

Ross was not to happy about this, such a shame.

The Great Escape

That night Richard went round everyone to explain we were getting out. At midnight we all sneaked up to the test lab door and we found it open. We then ventured on through there to get into a corridor. My plans were to rescue Rolf as soon as possible. As we ventured down the corridor some of the others demonstrated their super powers.

Leonid seemed to be very fast while others turned invisible or teleported. I just had to run to keep up. Just outside the bunker we met a person who appeared like a huge (20' tall) baboon with steel jaws who it appeared Richard know, thank god. He was called Mandrill. We all then split up, Ross went off on his own (good riddance I thought), I went off to find Rolf, with Chuck decided to come and help me. The rest of the group decided to make a break for the security fence with Richard and Mandrill separating to organise the Super’s resistance. All this activity was done to a backdrop of explosions and alarms going off all over the base.

Chuck and I moved off towards a building that I thought contained Rolf but unfortunately we were intercepted by a Super who was wearing oversized army fatigues calling himself “Allegiance to the Flag”. He said he was rounding up the fleeing supers so they could help the Americans. We pretended to be innocents who had been attacked by rogue supers in our bunker. We told him they were still there and he believed us. Guess it is hard to be both strong and smart. Anyway he dragged us back down to the bunker. At that point we persuaded him that it would be dangerous for us to go in. so he ordered us to stay outside while he dealt with the issue of the rogue supers. The moment he went in and was out of sight, Chuck locked the bunker doors behind him. We than shot off to the animal pens.

The Rescue

Close to the pens we met another super who was an Indian guy called Ariyapala. He said that Richard had asked him to keep an eye out for us. I described the inside of the building to Chuck who then teleported Ariyapala and me inside. After suppressing some guards on the inside we released all the animals. I found Rolf and we hugged for a few seconds before Chuck pointed out that we should get out of there. So we ran outside where the other Super had to leave us. Chuck, Rolf and I made our way towards the fence where we met Ross, who had found a ‘friend’. Ross proceeded to try to freeze us to death, with lots of comments on “frigid bitch”, “who’s freezing who now” and “who’s a coward”. All the time we were been racked by waves of illness from Ross’s friend. Things were desperate and Rolf was down, so I ran to Rolf and picked him up. Chuck then moved to me and by some extra effort teleported us over the perimeter fence into the jungle beyond. Little did we know that luckily for us this was beyond the minefields as well. We were not pursued thank god. I was so pleased in getting away I hugged Rolf who gave me a big lick and then hugged Chuck who hugged me back. Rolf just runs round excitedly as he was outside and with his mistress. We then went off to find the others who had hopefully also escaped.

Into the hills

We quickly ran through the jungle towards the sound of people talking. Must be the rest of the party we assumed correctly. Some comments from the plebs in the group on why go back for a dog? But they don’t realise how important he is to me! A decision was quickly made to move through the jungle away from the base. So soon the noises of helicopters’ and explosions are left behind and all we can hear are the sounds of the jungle.

We tramped away for a few hours but then realised that things had all gone quiet. An American patrol was ahead. People start to exercise their powers and after much effort the patrol is overcome. We take anything useful they had like rations, weapons etc. I myself take a pistol. While I was quizzing one of the soldiers Rosalyn came up and shot him in the head.

Rolf he seems to be changing like the rest of us. He seems to be getting stronger, faster and when he licks me now I feel slightly better and less tired. I know this sounds a bit “Super Dog” but that is what it is like. The next 4 days we spend trekking into the hills until we get to a position above the jungle line where we can get a view of the lie of the land. At that point we can see that it looks like we are on an island with what looks like mountains to the North and sea to the West & South of us. The main mountain on the island is a large volcano which seems active. To the North West we can see the base which seems to be buzzing with activity with loads of flights in and out with helicopter patrols round the area of the base. For some reason they do not seem to be extending these patrols very far from the base luckily for us.

People are also not feeling too good as we have not had much food. We have been surviving on the rations we took from the soldiers and what we have found that we can eat. Since none of us know anything about this type of jungle that is not much. We found a place to camp up in the hills next to a mountain stream where I took the opportunity to freshen up in one of the pools upstream of the camp. Since this was the first opportunity we have had to clean ourselves we were all starting to hum a bit. Another days walking took us over the ridgeline and travel then got easier as it was all downhill and we started to move into farmed areas. Unfortunately we stuck out like a sore thumb wearing our bright prison garb. People we saw us at a distance seemed to avoid us and move away.

Village of Fanahui

In the distance we saw a village but as we were desperate for food and clothes we resolved to check it out. We were a bit on edge, as the fields around the village seemed deserted, which we assumed was not normal. Surely people should be working the fields. So for initial investigation we decide to send in scouts. Marcel and Rosalyn were selected for this task since both of them have the ability to turn invisible. Both of them turn invisible and then after a few minutes we hear some chatter from Marcel. There is no reply from Rosalyn and then it goes quiet. We all sit around for what feels like hours but probably was lot less before Marcel arrives back with Rosalyn also back soon after. They tell us that there are people wearing prison garb in the village. They seem to be holding the villagers in the community centre while they rape the women in the back room. We resolve to put a stop to this though certain members of the group wonder if we should join forces with the scum.

For speed of approach we decide for the ones without extra speed to team up with others to be transported to the village. Leonid, Marcel and Rolf go in under their own power while I am transported by Chuck with his teleport power. Leopoldo informs Rosalyn that the only way he can transport her is if she spoons in front of him. I spot that he takes this opportunity for a breast squeeze. She said she does not like it but I noticed she made no attempt to move away from him. A battle then takes place at the community centre which was so frenetic that I only remember a few details.

Rolf charged into the centre in support of Leonid but then gets blasted out. I mind locked some bad super outside while someone pounded him (Leopoldo?). Marcel was swallowing people up in some kind of pocket. Chuck remotely controlled a car into a ram attack on the building. When I ran round the building behind the car, the end of the building next to me just exploded and I was lucky to survive. I felt a lot better after Rolf licked me which gave me the strength to shake off the injuries. We eventually came out on top I had no issues with the fact that none of the rapists survived. The community centre was destroyed as well but the villagers were rescued.

Communication Problems

The villagers seem a bit uncertain about us as even though we have killed the other bad supers. I suspect this is due to us still wearing the same prison clothes as the bad guys did and we did destroy their community centre. I tried to communicate with them as best as I could bearing in mind that I could not speak their language. Problem been there was a slight mishap when I tried to read how the communication was going down with the village headman and he collapsed in a fit. The villagers reacted badly to this forming into what certainly felt like a lynch mob. I waved Rolf away as I was manhandled towards a bridge and a rope was passed to the front. Even though the headman had recovered, the mob did not seem to be getting any friendlier. The rest of the party milled around seemingly at a loss to what to do, so I realised that I have would have to get myself out of this merde. I pulled all my resources together to get a grasp of the local language, and with a final bit of effort I finally started to get a grip of it. I then started to talk as though my life depended on it .... And it did. This did seem to work and the mob started to stop taking me towards the bridge.

It was at this point that that Rosalyn got involved and used her mind control powers to cause the headman to have another fit. Luckily I saw her do this and since I was the only person who could speak the native language I was able to tell the villages she was the person behind the attacks that caused the fits. The mob then started to move towards her so Rosalyn turned invisible which only proved to the villagers that I had told the truth. Some of the villagers started to search for Rosalyn while I talked to the headman to arrange for clothes, food and support for the rest of the party. We are all supplied a range of sarongs and native clothes to wear. With a bit of minor adjustment I managed to adjust mine to a bit more of a French style with a split leg.

Leopoldo Impresses

While some of us changed in private, Leopoldo showed no such shyness stripping off in public. Since he was, let’s say well hung, this caused a bit of a stir. We did not realise how much of a stir till later. That night we slept well fed in proper beds for first time for over a week. The next day I found that I understood what the native villagers were saying, but not only that, I could also now understand and speak Spanish to Leopoldo. Whatever was different with me was still making changes and my superpowers were still evolving. In the late morning the headman plus other senior villagers approached me saying they were keen on Leopoldo taking part in a religious ceremony that they wanted to hold for fruitful crops both plant and animal. I enquired for more details on this. Apparently Leopoldo would be treated and fed well. He would have to provide his ‘services’ to one blessed young girl of the village before been sacrificed on the third day, and yes when they said sacrificed that was sacrificed ... dead! I said I would have to explain all this to Leopoldo which I did. He wanted to take part!!!!! Even when I explained slowly the part about been sacrificed. MEN!!!, just think with their dicks. He was then dressed up with a great big bamboo codpiece on his tackle, other than that he is naked. Seeing him strutting about was very amusing and he is very cheeky, even propositioning me but does not take it too far when he gets a firm no.

Over the next few days he did his duties with the young and willing village girl. All this time there has been no sight of Rosalyn but I suspect that she is still about with clothes and food going missing, so I wonder what she feels about ‘her man’ performing this role..

The third day dawns and the willing sacrifice is prepared for his moment of glory, been given a final massage by a bunch of the girls and a feast in his honour. Marcel decides to sit next to Leopoldo on his throne. Leonid and I are on the far side of the river from the sacrifice site. Chuck has prepped a getaway car if it is needed. He plans to control it from our side of the river. All the villagers have gathered round Leopoldo so he has quite a crowd. Now what happened next I was told later. Leopoldo seeing the priest pick up the large knife that was going to be used to remove his manhood try’s to teleport out but to his consternation he found it did not work. They must have fed him something in his feast that suppressed his powers. Arhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Leopoldo was now a bit worried as his plan had unravelled.

Luckily for him Marcel had not partaken of this feast so turning invisible, he wrapped up Leopoldo in his pocket to spirit him away from the village. We all left very rapidly from the village at that point even picking up Rosalyn on the way out. We use the car to make rapid progress to the next village with Chuck driving, me in the passenger seat with Rolf by my feet. All the others get in the back with Rosalyn in the middle with Leopoldo’s codpiece gently nodding against Rosalyn’s leg

Mweki, a port in the storm

We soon arrive at the village of Mweki where we park up outside the village. Chuck & I go into the village to find out what is going on. I will be doing the talking as I am the only person who can communicate in the native language. When we get to a bar in the village centre we find that Richard Bering is already there. It is good to see a friendly face and he introduces us to Pitik Loshang who is a friend of his and in charge of the bar. Chuck goes back to get the others while I explain our adventures to Richard. Pitik gives us all some accommodation and I able to enjoy a bath for the first time in some days. Ah soap, toiletries, razor and perfume, it was great to feel human again. After a meal and drinks another Super flies in, no literally he does. He is a good looking black American who then has a long chat with Richard. From my reading of the body language Richard seems to be discussing strategy with him and then issuing orders. The guy then flies off on whatever mission that he has been tasked with. Richard rejoins our party and explains that was a good friend of his called Alexander Wilson who is keeping Richard in touch with what else is happening elsewhere on the island. He is also helping to suppress military over flights of our end of the island. Richard then explains he has a problem that we could help him with. There is a man called Milan Zadradnik who lives at a local temple about mile from the village. Richard said he would like to recruit him to help out against the military. Problem being he will not listen to Richard. He would like us to go up to talk to Milan and see if we can have more success. We agreed to this as we were all in a mellow mood after food and drink but even so the thought crossed my mind “if Richard failed, what chance do we have?”