Gate Eleven
Fiction Submitted by: Marcus
Hi, I love your site! It's one of the first places I check
whenever I log on to the Internet. I finally got round to writing a story about
a belt myself, so here it is for you...
Keep up the good work!
Marcus
Everything was going so well, she knew something was going to go very very
wrong, very very soon. And she knew exactly what it would be, as soon as she
passed the ticket barrier and realized they had them on internal flights too.
The metal detector made a broken, wailing shriek as she stepped through it.
Following the security guard's gesture, Sally stepped to one side.
"Can you remove all metal items please, ma'am?"
"No, I'm afraid I cannot."
"Then would you walk this way, please." There was no question in
the 'please', nor servitude. She followed the guard away from the queue, away
from the plane, into an office. It was a shabby affair, away from the gaze of
the queue that she had felt burning into her neck as she meekly followed. There
were no low windows. Private.
She was sure they'd accept her story, though...
"It's too big for a piercing, according to the machine, so you'd better
show me."
Blushing, Sally bent down and gathered up her skirt, pulling it high, above
her waist, wishing she could hide her burning face in it. Watching the guard's
expression would have been agony. She could picture the sight perfectly - it was
one she had studied herself a thousand times in the mirror. The pale smooth legs
that everyone adored. The curve of her hips, her ass. The large polished chrome
plate with the rubber edging. The belt. The lock.
So she missed the glint in the guard's eye, the look of surprise be replaced
by puzzlement. She asked her: "And what is that? Take it off."
"I can't, it's a, oh god, it's a chastity belt."
"A what! Why can't you? You could be hiding anything under there!"
"It's locked on, I don't have the keys. And I really really couldn't be
hiding anything under there. It's too tight."
The guard snorted as she knelt down to get a better look. "You could
easily hide something, young lady. As ways to avoid a cavity search go, it's one
of the stupidest I've heard. Where are the keys then?"
Sally was starting to worry now, did the guard really think she might have
done this to smuggle drugs, would she be forced to miss the plane? If she missed
the plane then... no, no that must not happen.
"If, if I wanted to do that I'd hardly wear a metal one would I, it
would be bound to set off the alarm, and I .. I don't know who has the
keys."
The guard rapped the firm metal shield at the front of the belt with her
knuckles, silencing the sobbed protests. She stood abruptly, and stared firmly
into the watering blue eyes, "So, it's a chastity belt, you can't get at
your vagina and you've lost the keys. Not a good day to try and take a plane, is
it?"
Sally hung her head, oh well, here we go...
"They're not lost. My.. my boyfriend gave them to someone to look after
for me, and when I, uh, when I asked for them back he just gave me this
ticket."
The guard reached out with her gloved leather hand and pulled her chin up so
she could look straight into her eyes. Then she turned to the door, and bolted
it.
Sally stood motionless - thinking: I've missed the plane, whoever was going
to be waiting at the other end can put down the board that says
"Sally" & go home. But after she let her wrists be put behind her
& cuffed, the guard tucked the front of her skirt up, exposing the belt for
all to see. Her mind held its breath...
The guard looked her in the eye, and said in a hissed voice of suppressed
rage,
"I can walk you the entire length of the airport to the car-park and then
release you to go home. No charges. No flight. Everyone sees you. Or you can try
again, and this time tell me the truth. And if you lie to me again it will be
the worse for you, you stupid bitch".
Sally's mind reeled. She'd already bumped into her niece working at the
coffee shop on the main concourse. This would be the end of her. Her face a
vivid red she started again, "My boyfriend.."
"No." It wasn't shouted, but the slap across her face made her jerk
sideways, adding volume.
"M.. my master." After saying it she looked up, through her fringe
at the guard, who hadn't blinked at the word. She said in a softer voice,
"Go on." And Sally looked at her properly for the first time. She was
taller by maybe a couple of inches, and heavier, but that was muscle, and not
the unsightly inflated look of a bodybuilder but the compact taut wired look of
a fighter. She was definitely physically strong, stronger than Sally. Her red
hair was pulled back, plaited and then rolled into a bun, but it must be quite
long. She dropped her gaze again before continuing, and saw afresh the leather
encased legs.
"My master asked me to put on this belt yesterday".
"No." Slapped again, she started to weep, but restarted.
"My master has had me locked in this belt for five months" She
sniffled, but was secretly amazed and proud to hear herself say these secret
words to a stranger. She sniffed back a tear. No more lies. "And today is
my birthday. I was expecting the keys in the post, but instead there was a
packing list and this ticket."
Shaking the hair out of her face she looked up, defiant.
But the guard was not smiling. "Do you have any idea how much trouble
you could be in?"
Sally remained silent, the memories she was enjoying of her master suddenly
wiped by the white light of terror.
"Attempting to board an aircraft in that? I could hand you over to the
police, they would take you down town, leave you in a cell overnight, get
someone to cut that off you in the morning. And I know who you are, it's a small
town. You're the police chief's daughter. You're a school teacher. Do you know
what this would do to you?"
Unable to close her mouth, or blink, Sally just stared into the cold green
eyes. Some part of her heard the guard say "On your knees", and
obeyed, but it wasn't until the guard took off her belt that she regained any
sense of what was happening.
Looking up into that hard smile, she has about to ask what was going on when
the guard dropped her trousers, and the smell of a long hard day's work in tight
leather curled into her. Her hunger overtook her curiosity.
"Oh, that's it, right there. Y'see, Alex bought a ticket that'd coincide
with my shift ending. As it's my birthday too." Sally burrowed deeper,
stunned to be hearing this, "And when you're done I'm taking you home with
me."
And just as she was starting to think it wasn't going to get any worse,
"And he didn't give me any keys..."
-the end-
