[Fiction] Sailor Fucktoy

[RainbowSky]

The aftermath
Nia’s POV

I shuffle slowly along the corridors of the ship. Two sailors are marching their way towards me. They have a purpose. Without a word they grab my arms and begin to lead me down the corridor. “What is going on? Where are you taking me?” I yell. They ignore me. I try to drag my feet in but they continue to yank me and keep me moving forward. One of them pushes a door open and they continue to carry me in. It is medium sized but empty except for a metal bed frame, no mattress. There are restraints attached to the bed. They suddenly let go of me and the door slams shut behind them. I sigh softly at the restraints.

After a while, the Admiral enters the room and the door is locked behind him. The two of us are alone. He is older, maybe in his late 50s, but he is big, hardy and tough looking. He looks at me with a face that is used to obedience.

"At attention Sailor," he barks. My legs are shaking as I pull myself up to full height and put my hand by the side of my head, saluting him. "It has come to my attention, that you are not yet eagerly fulfilling your duty as a Fucktoy of this Navy." He looks sternly at me. "Your Captain might have been kind to you up until now, but I am not a kind man. Explain your rebellious behaviour.”

I am trembling at his words. My mind rushes through all the 'kind' things the Captain has done to me. I am terrified at these words. I bite my lip softly and swallow hard. "I've followed orders Sir." I manage to get out quickly. "I just don't like being treated like nothing. An object Sir," I add.

Without a warning, a his hand reaches out and slaps my face. "It doesn’t matter what you like. You are a Fucktoy in this navy, on this ship. That is the only thing that matters in your life now.” The sting from the slap hurts. I blink back tears and nod once at his words. "I will take your training into my hands now. Break you properly and give you back to your Captain. Over the next days, I will show you hell. So you can remember it as something you never want to come back to. Behave and obey, know that it can always get worse. Understood Fucktoy?"

I nod quickly, eager to keep on his good side. Another slap. "Speak when you are asked a question," he commands.

I wince. "Yes Sir. I understand."

"Strip naked," he commands.

"Yes Sir," I say and quickly begin removing my uniform. Once my clothing is removed, I shiver slightly at my state of undress and the cold room.

"Your uniform or any clothes are a privilege." He tries to hide it, but I can see his eyes wandering over my body, taking in every inch.

I feel self-conscious as his eyes wander over me. I want to cover up but I keep my arms by my side. "Yes Sir."

He points at the bed. "Lie on the bed, on your back. Put your arms above your head and spread your legs to the corners. There are metal cuffs in each corner. As a sign of your acceptance of this punishment, you will close the cuffs around your wrists and ankles yourself, and then beg me to torture you for your mistakes." He looks at me expectantly.

"yes Sir," I say acknowledging his words before hurrying to the metal bed. I sit down in the middle, my bottom feeling cold against the metal bed. I take a deep breath and attach the ankle cuffs around my ankles before laying back, the cold seeping into my body and then cuff my wrists. "Please Admiral, torture me for all of my mistakes. I am a failure and need torturing," I manage to say after a slight hesitation.

The Admiral smiles and takes a few moments to examine the cuffs. He nods in agreement, leans over me and spits into my face. I close my eyes and mouth tightly as it lands on me. I feel disgusted. He leaves the room and I am left shivering for a while. After about 20 minutes, he returns into the room, pushing a large rolling table with multiple drawers.

"We will begin with something even someone as stupid as you will be able to understand. Pain,” he adds.

I eye the drawers cautiously out of the corner of my eye. I wonder what is inside. "Yes Sir," I respond, unsure if he wants the acknowledgment or not. I watch as he opens the drawers. From one of the drawers, he makes a large, wooden paddle appear. Hard, black wood. I stare at the paddle with fear. It looks heavy and painful. He begins hitting all other, my skin is tender and I whimper slightly as he paddles all over. He doesn’t seem to care exactly where he hits, although he prefers my tits and pussy. Every time he paddles my pussy I let out a yelp. He is relentless, without mercy. He never stops.
"Tell me how much you deserve this Fucktoy," he says in the middle of his barrage.

"I deserve it for failing my senior officers Sir. For being useless. I deserve this so much Sir," I yelp.

He seems satisfied after a while. "You can have a small break," he says, taking a vibrator out of a drawer. He fixes it onto my clit and turns it on, just enough to tease me but leave me without release.

I am thankful for the break, until he brings out the vibrator. I groan as it makes contact, trying to writhe against the cuffs to remove it. I moan and groan and wriggle. I can feel sweat creeping up on my skin as I fight to get more contact for release.

After half an hour of this, he returns, turning off the vibrator. I let out a sigh of relief as the vibrator is removed. I close my eyes enjoying the relief. Whilst I have my eyes closed, he produces a small, thin and long whip from his drawers. Expertly, he begins to cover my body with whip marks. I barely have time to bring my focus back to reality when I feel an incredibly painful sting across my chest. I jolt and let out a sharp breath. I want to yell but the pain is so much I can't even form noises. Tears are rolling down my cheeks as the whip makes contact, stinging all over and leaving bright red welts on my skin. It stings like hell and leaves thin, bright red marks on your body.
After the first minutes of this, he looks annoyed. "I was hoping to get a few yells. But whatever, I still want you gagged." He stops just long enough to produce a massive ballgag, which he then stuffs into your mouth, tightening it more than you thought was possible.

I gag as the ballgag is placed in my mouth tightly. I can't make any sound now and my mouth aches from the size and tightness. After a few minutes of whipping, I can feel my mind shutting down as he whips me. The pain is unbearable and it is trying to protect me. My eyes flicker closed a few times and then I feel the vibe against my clit again. My eyes widen in shock. I groan but the noise is stopped by the gag. My body arches on the bed, fighting the restraints again. I wriggle and writhe and as I turn my head, I see he has left again.

After turning the vibrator off again, he leans down to you, holding your head. "Poor little Fucktoy. Do you think you have had enough now?" My breath is ragged, my body is screaming in pain. My eyes feel heavy and sleepy. I can feel his hand at the back of my head. I do my best to nod yes but everything feels so heavy and hard to do. "Let me take the gag out so you can speak clearly" He says, getting the gag out of my mouth. "Do you think you had enough?"

"Yes... Sir," I manage to say, my breath ragged from the torture.

Two hard slaps hit my face. "I know you are stupid so I don't blame you for this, but for your own sake I hope you do understand how this works soon. I will ask you again. Do you think you had enough?"

I swallow hard. I know what he wants me to say. "No Sir. Please continue to torture me for my mistakes Sir," I say, my voice shaking with fear.

He pats my head. I shudder at his petting like I’m an animal. "Very good. And I will let you keep your mouth open. I want to hear your pain." He gets up and turns to his table. He gets out a small box and I can see contains multiple mean looking, metal clamps.

My eyes widen at the sight of the clamps. I had experienced the Captains before and that had been bad. I shake my head in terror but he ignores me and starts clamping them on my tits. Every clamp is a nasty painful bite that illicit yelps, and screams and sobs from me. One particular nasty twist has my back arching off the frame and screaming loudly until he stops.

He seems to be delighted by my pain. After he is done with, he just leaves. "I will let you think about this lesson, your rebellious behaviour and your future for a while."

I sigh in relief when I see him leaving again. I let my body relax and swim in the remnants of the pain. I close my eyes hoping to give my mind some shutdown to help heal it and my body. I know that I won't ever step out of line again. But before I can drift off, my eyes open when the door opens almost immediately and the sailors uncuff me, push me off the bed and then remove everything from the room. I sigh and curl up in a ball on the cold floor hoping to get a few hours sleep to heal.

I rest my eyes. I don't know how long I lie there for but the sailors eventually return, dragging me to my feet. I place foot after foot following their guidance, conscious of how exposed my body is to everyone. As we walk, there are a lot of knowing looks from the other sailors, until I am thrown into a large living room. The Captain’s room but this time, it seems to be occupied by the Admiral who is sitting behind the office desk. The sailors leave the two of us alone again. The Admiral looks at me, enjoying himself. "Did you have some time to think about your mistakes?” he asks.

I shudder under his gaze. "Yes Sir,"

"How are you going to behave in the future?" he asks.

"However the Captain wishes Sir," I say quietly. "Perfectly."

"Good answer. But we will see if you really mean it." He points at the floor. "Kneel and torment yourself. Pinch and twist your nipples, slap your pussy. I want you to give yourself pain. Stop when you think I am satisfied."

"Yes Sir," I say quietly sinking to my knees.

After a while, it seems like he gets impatient. "Enough. You are quite good at taking pain,” he remarks. I let out a startled squeak and let go of my nipples which are aching and sore. "

Yes Sir," I respond

"I will give you a chance now to prove your devotion to your role as Fucktoy. If you do well, you can spare yourself another day on the metal bed. Would you like that?"

"yes Sir," I say, images of the metal bed flicking through my mind.

He throws three pairs of shoes onto the ground in front of me. I flinch as the shoes are thrown at me, narrowly missing me. "These are my outdoor boots. lick them clean." They are obviously full of mud and dirt.

I stare at the disgusting state of the shoes. I half want to ask what he has been doing in them. I swallow hard. "Yes Sir," I say, my throat feeling tight. I tentatively stick out a tongue and place it onto a relatively clean patch. I gag and my shoulders shake slightly. I close my eyes so I can't see what I'm licking and begin running my tongue over it, trying to suppress my revulsion.
"Get your mouth into it Fucktoy. If you hesitate one more time i will have you lick the shoes of the entire crew," he adds.

That threat is enough to make me hurry up. I go fast but am thorough in licking the dirt off. I finish with an awful taste in my mouth and the desire to throw up. I swallow hard, not willing to throw up on the clean shoes.

I hear the clatter as the Admiral pours small metal balls on the floor, putting a chair in front. "Are my shoes clean?" He looks at his completely clean shoes, takes a bit of dust from a cupboard and smears it on them. "You missed a spot Fucktoy. Ask to be punished for being that stupid."

I bite my tongue at his actions, taking me back to the captain doing the same at training camp. I swallow my hatred down. "I'm so sorry Sir. Please punish me for being a stupid fucktoy who can't clean."

After laughing at you, he gets out the box of clamps again. I look at the box of clamps in fear. He takes his time and slowly puts 10 clamps on each of my tits, wincing every time. After admiring his work, he points at the floor. "Do some crunches. Every two crunches, you can take off one clamp."

I want to scream in pain. After he is satisfied, I lay down on the floor and begin doing crunches. As I am doing them another flashback from camp comes back to me where the Captain made me try to do the amount of two people. I am relieved to remove a clamp every two crunches, but I let out a sharp pain of breath as blood rushes back to the skin.

When I am finally done, the admiral points at the metal balls on the floor. "You will kneel on those.” He slams a piece of paper on the chair, "And you will write what you are until the paper is full. I hope that will hammer it home that you are only a mere Fucktoy on this ship"

I look at the metal balls warily unsure how I am going to balance on them. I place one knee on each one and grab hold of the chair to support me before writing all over the page. I put the pen down and grip the chair to balance after finishing. I feel unbalanced and my knees are hurting as I balance waiting for his command.

Smiling contently, very pleased with himself the Admiral takes the paper. "Tomorrow, you will take this and get a signature from every single sailor on this ship on it." He gets close to me, grabs my hair and talks into my ear. "I think I broke you. We will see but I think I did. I will leave the ship now, I have better things to do. I will leave you with your Captain. And just so you know, I talked to him and he is not happy about the humiliation you caused him"

I wobble a little as he is talking. I hate the idea of getting signatures, I know that they will make it difficult for me. I whimper as he grabs my hair and pulls. His threat freezes my heart. I am terrified to see the Captain and his fury. I fall to the ground heavily.

"Yes Sir." The Admiral leaves the room, leaving me on the floor. I can hear him talking to someone outside. After a few moments, the door opens and a very angry, furious Captain comes in and looks at you. I close my eyes briefly, wishing the ground would swallow me whole at the anger the Captain is showing.

"Well Fucktoy. I am glad you had your fun with the Admiral. But let's talk about the little trick you pulled on me,” he growls. I close my eyes and swallow hard.

[Adidas]

Have to say how much i enjoy this story! It's wild but written in such an understandable way. Really fun stuff, and i'm always looking fowards to more of Fucktoy's "duties"

[Jojo246]

If you've read her others stories they are brilliant

[RainbowSky]

Broken
Nia's POV
I hang from the ceiling. My wrists sliced open from the metal cuffs. It's been a week since the Admiral left. I haven't been allowed to sleep in a bed the whole time. My new place to sleep is hanging by my wrists on the deck of the ship. My body aches and is covered in cuts and bruises from the Captain's treatment of me. I haven't complained. I haven't spoken a word. I've just let it happen.

The sun is shining on my face. I can see land in the distance. We are returning to England for a week. There is some important event and all crews who can return have been requested to return. I'm not ready to face the rest of the navy. For them to see... well... fucktoy. The Captain hasn't said anything to me about what will happen to me once we arrive.

I'm scared. I'm really scared. Maybe he is so angry he will have me locked up forever as a traitor or maybe killed as a deserter. I close my eyes, absorbing what sun I can, just in case its my last day on the planet. I hear a clatter of keys. I don't open my eyes as the sailor unlocks the cuff. I sink to the ground, wrapping my hands around the opposite wrist in an attempt to help them heal.

"Captain wants you. In his office," the sailor says gently. I look up. It's Jonathon. One of the only sailors who... I suppose tolerates me. At the very least he treats me like a human being.

I nod and struggle to my feet. Jonathon grabs and arm and helps me up. He hands me some clean bandages as well. "You'll get an infection if you don't look after them," he says. I smile.

"Maybe that's what the Captain wants. My hands to be amputated off due to infection," I mumble as he helps to wrap my bleeding wrists up. He doesn't reply and when my wrists are done, I head to the Captains office. I knock twice.

"Enter," he commands. I walk in, close the door and salute. He looks up from his place on his bed. "Ah, Fucktoy. Just who I wanted. We land in England in less than 8 hours. Once there, you will be escorted off the boat and placed in the care of the naval police force. You will spend the week in the dungeons of the camp and be forced to help with the everyday chores. At the end of the week you will be returned to the ship, ready for us to sail again, where we can hopefully put this dreadful time behind us and you will be a much more worthy crew member at following rules. Maybe after a week in the dungeons you will realise how nice I am being by not having the Admiral arrest you for mutiny or killed as a deserter. Are we clear," he demands.

"Yes Sir," I say. He nods and throws my uniform at me.

"You may have this back. I don't want you completely embarrassing me in front of everyone. Now go to your room and get some rest. Don't leave unless I tell you to," he says.

"Thank you Sir," I say, hurriedly gathering the clothes from the floor and scurrying back out the room. I race down the ships corridors, ignoring the laughs from my crew mates and throw myself into my room. I slip into my uniform, throw myself on my bed and fall asleep. Exhausted.

[kmacroxs]

I have to say, this newest chapter was well worth the wait.

[RainbowSky]

The Preparations
Jack's POV
Location: Military Training Camp, England
Date: 23rd May

It had been easy enough to settle into a routine at the training camp with Tom and Alex. We were up at 5 each morning for a 10km run - something that was challenging on the first day as I hadn't been expecting it but soon became one of my favourite parts of the day. I'd always been a long distance runner at school so this was fine. Then we returned to our dorm for a quick shower and to change into our day to day fatigues. Breakfast was at 6:30.

Then this was followed by lessons - how to disassemble and reassemble a gun, how to load and fire canons, how to fire a gun, target practise, how to cook on basic military rations, first aid field training, how to pack a kit bag. We also had to do Maths and English lessons but these were each an hour and most of the day was spent learning the key skills needed for becoming a member of the military. We would do army and navy training. We weren't allowed to do air military training as we were all too young but we were taught how to service the planes. Throughout the day we had a 45 minute lunch break, typically around 1pm and then dinner at 6pm.

After dinner came a 3 hour physical training session. We'd spend about an hour and a half in the gym to develop our strength and stamina, then we'd complete obstacle course after obstacle course for an hour, before a half hour jog around the campus to cool down.

Every night I would go to bed, my head filled with information and my body sore and aching from the intense workouts. Tom and Alex were great room-mates though. They gave me advice on how to cope with the physical aspects and we formed a close bond. Well, as close a bond as I could whilst hiding a secret. That was the hardest thing. We knew everything about each other - it was hard to keep up with which lies I had told and which things I had kept as true as possible. Luckily, the other two thought it was just nerves being the new kid around.

The door slammed open. "Get up you lazy lumps," our commander roared. I jolted awake and glanced at the clock - 5am. Of course. "You need to get dressed in your full uniform this morning, no sports gear," he added before the door slammed shut.

I swallowed. This was it. Today was the day. The Admiral's birthday, and his special presentation and promotion of his teams. As many of the navy will be present as possible, unless they are unable to make it. It was to be a week of celebrations.

As we got dressed, Tom and Alex were excitedly chatting about getting to be involved in the festivities. There was a display, by the three of us, for the Admiral as part of the week. We'd been practising hard and I was finally at a point where I didn't ruin it for them. But I couldn't enjoy the chatter. Not when I knew the risks that lay ahead for me.

We went straight down to the mess hall and hurriedly ate our breakfast of watered down porridge. We then headed to the classroom to meet the commander, who had a list of jobs for us.

With our lists in hand, the three of us scurried off in different directions. Once out of sight, I read through my list of instructions, and there as expected, was the most important instruction. I shook my head in disbelief, no idea how this had been approved.

I set about on the other tasks: sweeping the halls, putting up decorations, polishing cutlery and ornaments.

At 4pm, I headed to the docks and reported for duty. My stomach was clenching nervously but I kept a neutral face as four naval officers and myself waited by the edge of the docks.

[RainbowSky]

Land ahoy
Nia’s POV

My wrists and ankles are in heavy shackles. My face is hidden beneath a potato sack. There is a tight grip on my arm – the Captains. We are about to make land. I can hear the sailors yelling orders and instructions and then with a gentle bump we hit the side of the dock. I hear wood sliding as the gangplank is put out. The Captain tightens his grip on my arm. I wince.

Suddenly, I am being tugged forwards. My foot hits the edge of the gangplank and I bite back my exclamation. I cautiously lift my foot and step onto the plank, following the Captain’s lead and inching down the gangplank towards land.

Land. My only hope to escape the nightmare. Somehow I needed to escape. To flee. But how? The naval police would be in charge of me soon.

“You seem a bit young to work for the naval police lad?” the Captain remarks. I realise we have come to a stop. We must be on the dock.

“I’m a military cadet Sir,” a voice responded. I tilted my head the most miniscule amount. The voice sounded familiar. “I have been tasked with taking the prison down to the cells. The naval police have had an emergency call they needed to respond to.” My head jolted up suddenly. I did recognise that voice. I was suddenly incredibly grateful for the potato sack because nobody was currently paying any attention to me or knew that I had even recognised the voice.

“Hmm. She’s dangerous you know? She’ll try to run,” the Captain responded.

There was a pause. “I know Sir. That’s why I’ve been given this.” The cadet is obviously showing something off.

“Very well, you may take her. But the moment she is locked away you need to come and find me and let me know,” the Captain reluctantly agreed.

“Yes Sir,” the cadet added. There was silence as the cadet gripped my other arm and for a brief moment, while the Captain was still holding on, I was panicked he would demand to come with us. Then the tight grip on my right arm let go, so just the cadet was holding onto me now. He rudely prodded me in the back. “Let’s go,” he growled.

I let him shuffle me forwards, my ankles restricting any real movement. The more we kept shuffling forwards, the quieter the air around us became. Eventually, we could no longer hear the noise from the docks. There was a long, long silence. Neither of us said a word. Neither of us even breathed. I was suddenly pushed against a wall.

“Nia?” the cadet asked. I almost cried.

“Yes. Yes it’s me,” I whispered back. The hand let go of my left arm and I was suddenly embraced in the arms of the cadet.

“I have missed you so much,” the cadet said, his voice muffled into my shoulder. “But how the hell did you get into this situation… sis?”

A/N: I've finally finished writing this. Just three more chapters to go

[RainbowSky]

The escape
Jack/Lucas’s POV

I was hugging Sienna. Sienna was in my arms. My sister. “I have missed you so much,” I said, my voice muffled into her shoulder. “But how the hell did you get into this situation… sis?” There was a pause and then I could hear sobbing. “Shh,” I hissed, looking around. No-one was present. “Ok, maybe now is not the time for this. Actually, now is definitely not the time for this. Not if we are getting you out of here.” She stopped crying underneath the potato sack.

“No, Lucas you can’t,” she hissed. “He will know it was you.”

I rolled my eyes at my sister’s always protective response. “Duh. That’s why I’m escaping too. Now shut up so I can set up the next part of the plan.”

I grabbed her arm again and carried on dragging her towards the dungeons where Lily was waiting. I smiled when I saw her. “Lily, I love you,” I say to her. I pull the sack off my sister’s head. She blinks a lot. “Sienna, this is Lily. And she is going to be you,” I add.

Sienna frowns and looks at us both. “I have spoken out recently, a lot. Complained, whined, tried to escape. Let’s just say, I know I’m going to be imprisoned very soon. In fact, the only reason I’m not yet is I’m the only one who knows how to cook the Admiral’s favourite dessert for his birthday celebrations. So, I’m going to take your place and you’re going to escape.”

Sienna shook her head. “They will kill you for this,” she said. Lily shrugged.

“I’d rather be dead than imprisoned,” she added. She held up some keys.

“So, lets get you uncuffed and then we need to swap clothes.”

5 minutes later, Lily and Sienna re-emerged. Lily and Sienna were both about the same height and with Lily’s white cloth hat hiding her hair, Sienna’s red hair was well covered and disguised. Lily’s blonde hair would be hidden by the sack. “Ok, Lily I’m going to take you to the cells and then report to the Captain. Sienna, you need to head the kitchen. Lily has left you instructions for the dessert. Don’t talk to anyone if you can help it.” Her eyes full of worry, Sienna nodded. She embraced me and scurried off.

I helped Lily shackle herself and replace the sack. I guided her down the stairs to the cells. I locked her in, leaving the sack on. “Thank you Lily,” I whisper. She shrugged.

“You’re welcome Jack or should I call you Lucas?” she added. I smiled and left her there. I hurried to the barracks and reported to the Captain.

“That took an awfully long time,” he said angrily as I entered his room.

“Well, she was shackled and fell over twice. It made it quite difficult. But she’s locked up now until the naval police can deal with her,” I explained. “Is there anything else?” I asked. He shook his head. I departed quickly to go and complete my next task.

Nia’s POV

Lily’s instructions were easy to follow. The dessert was in the oven and cooking. I cleaned the surfaces down, keeping my face hidden from the few other people wandering around the site. My heart was pounding. If anyone spotted me, I would be dead.

I stepped back and trod on someone’s foot. I froze and slowly turned around. I looked up slightly and saw the familiar face of Jonathon. His eyes widened in surprise. I forced a smile. “What? Cat got your tongue?” I joked.

He looked around the room before grabbing my wrists and holding me against the counter. “You’re supposed to be in a jail cell,” he hissed.

I smiled. “No. I was to be escorted there until I was needed to work. I have been asked to do some cooking,” I respond, the lie coming easily. My memory flicks back to the conversation with the Captain. He’d said something about helping around the site this week.

Jonathon glanced around the room again. “Yes. But Jack has just told the Captain, you are in a cell,” he hissed. I swallowed hard. “What’s going on Nia? I can help.”

I glanced around the room. “Jack isn’t who he says he is. He’s my brother,” I tell him. Jonathon stares at me in shock. “Please. Don’t say anything. By the end of the day, we will be gone.” Jonathon nods.

“Alright. Let me know if there is something I can do to help,” he says after a long pause of looking at me. I nod as he departs from the kitchen quickly. I watch him leave, worried I’ve done the wrong thing.

Jack/Lucas’ POV

I’m in the kitchen store room. I can see Sienna, quietly keeping her head down. I walk in loudly, announcing my arrival to the head chef. “Apparently there’s a container that needs taking to the gates to collect the frozen food stock?” I ask. He nods.

“Lily, take this lad into the storeroom and show him the black box. I need to go check on the dining room preparation,” he tells Sienna. Keeping her face half hidden, she nods and gestures to me to follow her. We head into the supply room. There is a wheel black food storage container.

I swallow in anticipation. “You need to get inside,” I tell her. She looks at me horrified. “I know. Claustrophobia. But it’s the only way you are going to get near the gates. Lily wouldn’t be allowed near either.” She frowns and glares at me but helps me lift the heavy box lid off and climbs in, tucking her body in and making herself small. I slide the lid closed and push the container out the store room, through the kitchen where the head chef still hasn’t returned and out of the back door. I push it up the hill, but with Sienna inside it’s too heavy.

Suddenly, the weight seems less. I look sideways and a naval officer is helping me push. “Sienna’s inside right?” he asks. I nod once. He nods in acknowledgement and helps me push it to the gate. We stop when we reach the top. I look at him properly. I saw him earlier, when Sienna had been led off the boat.

“Why are you helping?” I ask.

He shrugs. “She doesn’t deserve it. No-one does.” He helps me with the lid and Sienna emerges. She smiles at the officer.

“Jonathon, thank you,” she says. They hug briefly.

“I’ll return this for you, with the frozen food you were supposed to collect,” he tells me. I shake his hand.

“Thank you,” I say. Sienna wraps her arms around me in a hug. We both look over the training camp and then at each other. “Let’s go. We’ve still got to get far away from here.” Sienna nods and we slip out the gates, leaving Jonathon at the gate waiting for the delivery.

[RainbowSky]

Final destination
Nia’s POV

Lucas leads us down the road, hiding in the bushes as we go. Eventually, we veer off and end up in an open field.

“I hate to point out the obvious, but we are very exposed here,” I say. He laughs.

“We aren’t staying here,” he says before putting two fingers in his mouth and letting out a loud whistle. We wait in silence for a bit, until a figure appears in the distance. He is waving at us. I squint at the figure. “Don’t you recognise him?” Lucas asks me.

I don’t respond as I watch the figure approach. Once he is closer, I do suddenly recognise him. My heart sinks. “Lucas, why?” I ask. He looks at me surprised by the question. “Why him? He’s the Captains cousin. And the reason I’m in this situation in the first place.” Kai stops a few feet in front of me.

“I swear, I didn’t know Sienna. I promise. If I had, I wouldn’t have suggested it. He’s a dick,” Kai tells me. I scowl at him but there is an honesty in his voice that I believe. “Besides, I’m your only hope to get out of here.” I roll my eyes but follow Kai as he leads us back onto the main road. We all walk in silence for a bit. No words exchanged. I can barely look at the two boys – my brother and my best friend. I know that both of them have seen images of me – of my torture, of my exposed body. I shudder.

On the other hand, seeing it had clearly motivated them both to help me. My 18 year old brother had clearly left home and joined the military in an attempt to help. My best friend was clearly abandoning his post in the RAF.

We turned down a side road and in the distance I could see an airport hangar. We hurried towards it. Inside was a plane. An ordinary plane and a man. Kai spoke to the man, showed his RAF badge and there was an exchange of keys and a bag. He turned back to us and unlocked the plane.

The three of us climbed in. Kai handed me the bag. I reached inside and drew out three passports. Fake passports. There was a bunch of other documents inside as well. Kai reached for the ignition key and I stopped him by grabbing his hand. I looked at them both. “You can’t do this. Do you realise what you are doing by helping me? You can never see your families again. We can never return to England.”

My brother scoffed. “You’re the only family I want and need,” he said. I turned to look at him. He sighed and lifted up his shirt. “He beat me. After you went to university. I never said as I didn’t want you to worry. It’s why lying to the military about being an orphan didn’t mean anything to me. It was easy.” I wiped away the tears from eye and hugged him tight. I turned to Kai.

“You are my responsibility. You joined because of me. And if my cousin is that twisted, maybe I don’t want to find out more secrets about my family,” he said stoney faced. I let go of his hand and nodded. He turned the key and the engine came to life.

He guided the plane out of the hangar and onto the runway. Within moments, we were in the air and flying. Flying away for ever.

[RainbowSky]

Epilogue
1 year later
Kaya’s POV

I sit up and look out over the sandy beach and crystal blue ocean. I then look to my left and right. On my left, my now 19-year-old brother is sunbathing. Ryan, as he is now known, has just finished his first semester at the Hawai’i pacific university where he is studying Maine Biology. On my right, Felix (Kai) is digging a hole in the sand. I touch his shoulder gently. “You miss them don’t you?” I ask. He nods slowly.

“But I don’t regret my choices. They led me here, with you and Ryan. To a beautiful country, where I am happy and healthy and not constantly looking over my shoulder,” he says after a long while.

I kiss his cheek. “I’m pleased you’re here too,” I say. My phone beeps with a text from the hospital. I groan. “Urgh, I’m needed. Laura has called in sick.” I stand up, gather up my towel and look at Felix. “Keep an eye on him please,” I add, nodding at Ryan. He nods and I turn on my heels, heading onto the decking behind me and back into our beach house. I quickly change into my scrubs, grab my house keys and step out the front door.

I am waiting at the bus stop when my phone beeps again. The text is from an unknown number. I read it quickly. My heartrate rapidly increases as I start to hyperventilate. I block the number and shove my phone into my pocket.

I know where you are. And I am coming.

A/N: That's it. It is complete. Took some time but it is done. There is no sequel planned but I have left the ending open in case in the future I change my mind. If you have suggestions for what might happen in the sequel then let me know.

[kmacroxs]

Damn, this story was so good. Your writing is one of the few things that keep me coming back to GetDare. You should definitely be proud of your writing.