"Henchwomen" by Achast

[esercito sconfitto]

Henchwomen
• by Achast





"Security, Checkpoint D Secure." Shannon said into her earpiece as the two guards rounded the corner. The soles of their rubber boots rang against the metal floor, echoing up and down the, otherwise empty hallway. "So…" She said, turning back to her partner. "You were saying…"

"Well anyway, right about that point, all the alarms in the whole base just go off at once!" Kim said, grinning. "Everyone starts screaming their heads off, running around, waving their arms in the air. Barely made it off the island before the volcano erupted…So that's why I'm not working for Baron Von Drak anymore. What about you?"

"This was the only job I could get in this stupid economy." Shannon said with a shrug. "Not much else I can do with a liberal arts degree." The young woman reached up to adjust the shoulder strap of her submachine gun. Her outfit squeaked as she twisted. Shannon sighed. This henchwoman job wasn't too bad, paid alright, free room and board, but the uniforms… "What kind of person hires a hundred female henchwomen and dresses them all in skintight latex bodysuits?" She asked her partner. "Wait, never mind, I think I know."

"It could be worse…" Kim teased. "At least this base has air conditioning. Three years back, the boss has us setting up a laboratory on this tropical island…something to do with breeding giant octopi or something. No air conditioning. You can't imagine, coming in to the barracks after patrolling the beaches in the hot sun. I was so glad when they blew that shithole up."

"So, any idea what the boss is doing here?" Shannon asked.

"Not a clue. I heard some of the technicians talking in the cafeteria. Something about a mind control device or something."

"Guess that explains all those coeds the field team brought into the dungeon last night." Shannon guessed. "I guess this means we'll be out of a job pretty soon, if the boss gets his own army of mind controlled minions."

"Before I started working for the Baron, I was working at this castle near München…" Kim said. She paused as Kellie raised a hand to her ear piece with a squeak.

"Security, Checkpoint E secure." Shannon nodded to her partner to continue.

"Well anyway, the pay wasn't so good, so a bunch of the henchmen and I decided to organize a strike. The Doctor brings in a bunch of robot scabs to replace us." She sighed. "Served him right when they went haywire and tore his head off, cheap bastard…"

Shannon started to laugh. Just then, another pair of henchwomen came around the corner, the first a tall blonde, the second a redhead. The names written on their bodysuits identified them as Rebecca and Lisa respectively. Shannon and Kim came to a sudden halt. "Hey!" Kim said, holding up a hand. "No unauthorized personnel in this area of the base."

"I'm terribly sorry…" The blonde said, shrugging with a sheepish grin. Her voice had a slight English accent to it. "I guess we just got lost. Perhaps you could direct us back to the barracks."

"Sure, how about we escort you two to the brig and let them sort the two of you out." Kim said, grabbing for her gun. She glanced over at her partner. "Shannon, radio Security and tell them we've got a pair of spies run-ah!" Kim cried out as the first girl suddenly leapt forward, punching her. Shannon's eyes widened with surprise. She reached for her gun. Before she could draw it, the young woman suddenly found a gun in her face.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you." 'Lisa' said with a grin. "Now, do exactly as I say if you want to live. First, drop your weapon."

Eyes wide with fear, Shannon slid the strap of her gun off and let it fall to the floor with a loud clatter. Keeping the pistol trained on her captive, the redhead bent over and snatched up the weapon. Standing up, she grabbed the ear off of Shannon's head.

"Report in. Tell them everything is clear. Say anything else, and the two of you are dead." The spy said, holding the microphone up to Shannon's mouth.

"um…Ch-check point F is all clear." Shannon said, nervously. Nearby, the blonde grabbed Kim's weapon and headset, stepping back.

"Ah shit, not again…" the henchwoman muttered quietly as she stood up. Sullenly, she raised her hands.

'Rebecca' stepped back, aiming her gun at the two guards. "Alright, both of you, against the wall." She ordered. Glumly, the two prisoners complied. "Hands behind your backs, please." While she kept the two of them covered, her partner stepped forward. Shannon winced as the hard plastic zipcuff cut into her skin as her captor pulled it tight.

"Ow! Watch it bitch!" Kim grumbled, as she was restrained as well. "What're trying to do, cut my hands off?"

"And I think you need to keep quiet for a little while…" 'Rebecca' said, stuffing a wadded up handkerchief in Kim's mouth, cutting her off mid curse. She continued to mumbled obscenities, as the blonde woman knotted another handkerchief and pulled it between her teeth, tying it tight. "You two, my dear…" The spy said, gagging Shannon.

"Now," she said, stepping back and gesturing with her gun. "You ladies start marching!"

Groaning through her gag, Kim turned and began walking. Shannon followed after her. At the end of the hallway, they turned and kept walking. Finally, the intruders brought their prisoners to a halt, standing in front of a supply closet.

"mmmppphhh!" A chorus of groans came from inside the closet as Lisa opened the door. "Get in." She ordered, waving her gun. Sullenly, Shannon and Kim filed through the door. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light in the closet, she suddenly was able to make out the figures of three girls, sitting on the floor against one of the shelves.

One of the girls was wearing a standard issue jumpsuit, the other two had been stripped down to their underwear, the real Rebecca and Lisa, Shannon guessed. All three had their wrists zip-tied to the metal frame of the shelf. Their legs were similarly secured at the ankles and knees, and were gagged. They glanced up at Kim and Shannon, grunting fearfully into their gags.

"Why don't you join your friends, you two?" 'Rebecca' said, forcing her captives to their knees. "Now let's make you two comfortable, while we go and have a chat with your boss?" Pulling out several more zip-ties, the two spies quickly bound Shannon and Kim's legs at the ankles and knees. Two more went around their upper arms, tying the two guards together, back to back.

"Tata!" She said, standing up. With a cheery wave, she shut the door, plunging the groaning captives into darkness. After a moment, Kim turned her head and grunted to Shannon, trying to get her attention. When Shannon turned to look over her shoulder, Kim nodded her head in the direction of one of the metal shelves, grunting something, her words rendered incomprehensible by the gag.

Shannon nodded, guessing what her partner was trying to say. Together, the two captive women shifted their weight, trying to slide across the floor towards the shelf. They managed to slide a couple inches in the right direction before Shannon lost her balance, and the two fell over onto their sides.

After a half hour or so of trial and error, the captives had managed to work out how to slide themselves, slowly across the floor, and crossed the few feet separating them from the shelves. Leaning over, Kim began rubbing her face against one of the posts, trying to work her gag off. She grunted in frustration, before finally, after a good ten minutes of trying, she succeeded in tugging her gag out of her mouth.

With a wretch, Kim spat the sodden mass of cloth out of her mouth. "Finally…" She muttered, working her jaw, to loosen the stiff muscles. "How you doing, kid?" She asked. Shannon grunted in reply. "Let me guess, first time getting captured by an intruder?" She nodded.

Kim shrugged, her shoulders rubbing against Shannon's. "This'll be…hmmm sixths, maybe sevenths time for me. Could be worse. We could be with the rest of the guards trying to stop those two from doing whatever it is they're here to do."

She smiled. "Whereas, all we got to do now is sit tight, tough it out for an hour or two and wait to be freed after all the excitement is over. Just so long as they don't…"

Just then, alarms began blaring outside the closet. A cheerful female voice informed the captives that, "Base Self Destruct Sequence has been activated. All personal evacuate immediately. Base Destruction in T-Minus ten minutes…"

"Aww…shit!"