A SLASH FICTION FANZINE STORY
THE PRISONER - SIX INTO NINE
)This story won the online October 2008 Erotica Readers & Writers Theme Weekend prize of Amazon Book Vouchers.
Number
Six woke up. The usual annoying tannoy cry to wakefulness hadn't sounded. He was
left to sleep through. No, it was still night. The lady moving around in his
bedroom had woken him. She had put the lights on. He looked up and saw the
intruder. There was a vivacious brunette standing smiling at him. She wore a
transparent nylon mini-dress length negligee with nothing underneath and only a
badge with a number on it. The number was Nine. The badge had the standard Village
unicycle symbol on it too.
"You
know the security cameras will be watching all of this, don't you?" Number
Six asked.
The
lady grinned. "That's why we should do this. Let's make Village Life more
interesting. Why should we be celibate for them?"
"Leave!"
Six insisted.
He
rose up to get out of the bed but the girl threw herself down into his arms and
kissed him full on the lips. He resisted, but hesitantly.
"You
know what Six and Nine add up to, don't you?" she purred."
"Fifteen,"
said Six, trying to push her back, but the blanket was trapped between their
bodies and his arms were pinned down a little. She writhed over him, and ran
her arms all over his body. He felt her soft round breasts pressing against his
chest.
"Silly
man. You know what I mean. It's a perfect mathematical and symmetrical
arrangement. You and I were made for each other." With that she turned
round to face towards his feet.
With
her feet and her rather pert buttocks facing him, Six finally had a chance to
break his hands free from the blanket trappings. He moved to grab her legs to
help push her clear, but she moved fast and accused him of being ticklish and
cheeky. She wriggled backwards so that her warm thighs were moving closer to his
face.
"Number
Two will be watching you," Six said.
"He
can join us if he likes," said Nine.
"That
would make Seventy-one," Six said, and she realized he had indeed worked out the
sums.
"I
have already done Seventy-one." She said, “I wasn't too impressed. “
"Does
that make me Number Seventy-Two?" Asked Number Six.
"No
need to be sarcastic," the girl said. " I'm not sleeping with every
man in the Village. I'm a good girl."
As
she moved back, Nine pushed the blanket back folding it up to Six’s waist. and
brushed her hands down the length of his legs. Grabbing at the knees, she pulled down his stripy
pajama bottoms,
debagging him almost in one move. Shocked by her audacity and his total exposure
before innumerable unseen cameras Six rolled his legs back, almost under what was
left of the blanket and struggled to rise up. He'd hurled several burly men
around in his work, and even since his abduction to The Village, so disposing
of the girl from his bed should have been easy. Somehow, he was reluctant to
eject her.
"What do you
want?” he asked.
"Fornication,"
she said, smiling.
"You
won't get it," he said.
"By
hook or by crook, I will," she said.
"Who
are you?" Six snapped.
"The
new Number Nine. You are Number Six. "
"I'm
not a number. I am…"
"Coming ….. to my way of thinking," Number
Nine said. "You want to be free. What greater freedom is there than free love?
I can help you escape the bondage of the Village through some bondage of my
own."
"Get
out of here," Six said, unaware that his hand was stroking her inner thighs
already. She closed her legs holding his arm there.
"Freedom
feels good," doesn't it?" she whispered. "Don't you see, there's
no other escape. If we run, they'll catch us. If we tell them what they want to
know, they might kill us, but they never made us stop making love. "
"They
watch us all the time," Six said.
"Yes,
Six. They get off on voyeurism. We have the freedom to entertain them or withhold
their pleasure from them. Do you think they watch all the time because we might
say in our sleep why we quit our jobs? No, they want scandal, excitement and
sexual thrills. They are sex-starved, and impotent old men. If you are too
careful, you could end up the same way."
"Do
you expect me to talk?" Six asked. "Do you think I will let my guard
down and let slip to you who I am and why I quit my job? If that is what you
think, you can forget it."
Nine
grinned. "I want none of that. I don't care who you are. Why did you quit
your job? Same reason as anyone else I expect. You hated it, and thought you'd
be better off without it. I don't need
to know more than that. Not knowing much about you makes this all the more
mysterious and exciting. I just want sensation and feeling. Your touch can make
me feel more like a real person than any snippet of information. I want sex. I
want fun. "
Six
thought of the Beatles song, "All You Need Is Love," and realized it
could work. He'd lost track of time here, not knowing if it had been months or
the best part of a year. If his escape attempts kept failing he could end up
here all his life. He wondered if the old chess-player had had sex since his
incarceration, though for all he knew, the man was also a recent captive or
even one of the guards in disguise. Either way, the people of The Village were not
exactly sexual beings. A few held hands and put on cheery smiles as they
irritated him with 'Be Seeing You," greetings. There were no pregnant
women in the Village and few children either (who had been brought in with
abducted parents and staff). Sex was not something prohibited. People just
never mentioned the subject. Six wondered
how long he could go on making love to the girl before a Rover balloon, like a
giant flying condom, or armed guards
came to break up their coupling. It was worth a try. Six wondered if he genuinely
liked the girl, or if his action was a stab at the system that ensnared him. Was
this love, or defiance? Either way it felt good. It felt like a momentary
escape and a sense of freedom surged through his loins. The girl wriggled into
position. Pajama top, negligee and blanket were cast aside. Six and Nine became
Sixty-nine and escape became suddenly more possible and essential than ever.
Six woke up at dawn to find himself alone. He did not recall feeling tired. The girl called Nine had left no farewell message. He got up, and dressed in the Village blazer and went out. He walked from his house to that of Number Nine. Everyone in The Village lived in a house with a number matching their badge number. He reached the house and saw a toothless old man there, wearing the Number Nine label. The man waved and smiled. "Be seeing you!"
Six walked away. He knew that the man would claim to have always been there and always the Number Nine. No one in the whole colourful community of smiling, happy campers would know or admit to knowing of the girl. She'd gone, never to be seen again, moved to another Village, killed, hidden away. Her idea of escape had been punished, or perhaps she was a Village system supporter, reminding Six of sex that he might never experience again until he really escaped.
He stared out at the sea, more determined and defiant than ever, contemplating how to break free and dreaming of a vivacious brunette who's name he never knew.
Arthur Chappell
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