Her First Submission (Kathryn's Training)

by Fukunishi, Aya

  The plane waiting for me was... well, it wasn't first class. I don't know airplanes, but it was some kind of military model. A huge panel in the ass of the plane was lowered down to make a ramp wide enough to fit a tank, and the guys drove right in.

  As soon as we were on board the back of the plane closed and I heard the engines begin to run. The guys climbed out and left me in the back seat with the child locks on. I was worried now, getting angrier by the minute, wondering what was going on. I really needed to pee but there was nobody to shout to. Just me, in a car, in the middle of a huge cargo deck.

  A little after take off I climbed to the front seat to try the doors, but they were also locked. The horn worked, though. I blasted that thing for ten minutes until someone heard me. The man who finally arrived wasn't one of the men who'd driven me onto the plane, but a military looking guy in fatigues and a red beret. By that point I was screaming bloody murder, banging on the windscreen with my palm, and when he finally sauntered over to the car I was ready to kick the door off its hinges.

  That was the moment I realized something was seriously wrong. The guy calmly drew his firearm, a mean looking pistol, and tapped the barrel against the driver's side window. He raised a finger to his lips and shushed me, and then just turned and walked away. I shut up right away. I just couldn't believe this was happening.

  I don't remember much after that. I know I cried the whole flight and at one point, whether it was through desperation or just fear, I wet myself. I just sat there staring at the growing dark patch on my jeans, watching it as if it wasn't really me. As if it was just a movie.

  The last thing I remember was a few hours into the fight when the military guy returned wearing a gas mask. He grabbed a long, thick hose attached to something that looked like a diesel generator by the car and held it against the air intake below the windscreen. Smoke began to pour through the vents. I remember it smelled like fruit, just like the gas I was given when I had my wisdom teeth extracted. That was that. I wasn't awake when we touched down.