Wingco learns her 3 R’s · Part 2 (2/2)
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through my limbs put paid to that. But within an hour Mike and myself were sat up on the bed, our faces touching as he promised that we’d never…ever get caught like this again. I nodded, knowing he’d keep his word.
Looking round the room a bit closer I was pleased to see it had an en-suite loo and shower. I shot that way and serious bladder relief followed before returning for a kiss. This obviously was not a jail or something like that. I helped Mike in there and got him patched up, having found a first-aid kit in the cupboard. He wasn’t that badly hurt apart from one enormous bruise that covered his entire ribcage. But none were broken and remarkably they’d left his teeth in. Apart from damaged pride he was great. There was a hairbrush and comb set in there and Mike did his best to sort the wreckage of my hair. All we had to do now was work out what to do, and where the hell we were.
“God you look a lot better than I do,” I said looking in the mirror as I cleaned the crap off my face, making him wince as he’d tried to laugh. We had another hug and kiss then heard someone at the door.
I thought it’d be locked but no, the caller knocked so I went across and opened it. To see four uniformed officers, one of them layered in braid. I guessed this was the boss who’d been there last night. He entered and one of the juniors came with him, then the other two brought chairs and we all sat down. Mike and myself holding hands and he could feel how frightened I was by the trembling fingers.
The first youngster spoke, in Bulgarian to start, then good German, a faint smile as I replied in the same and I guess it relaxed him. Guess his English or whatever else he was going to try next probably wasn’t up to scratch.
We got a right old grilling, who we were, what had we been doing and it was a very flushed lassie who had to explain bondage to a complete novice. His boss looked amazed as it was translated to him, he even smiled as the kid went ‘Woof’ then made a licking movement with his tongue, pointing to my midriff, then shaking his whole body. The boss laughed at that, joined by the others. Mike staring at me as I glowed red, it appeared he’d missed that and I nodded. His eyes rolled but thankfully no quip came out or I’d have smacked him in the ribs myself.
The explanations finished and boss man spoke to his juniors. They all grinned and I shuddered, wondering what the hell he was saying. One even shook his hand, the crawling bastard! Out they went, the first one telling me to come with him. Mike was not sure about this and held me back, worried they were taking his girl to be raped.
‘Food, Drinks,’ he insinuated, pointing to his mouth and we understood and I relaxed. I left the room, now shod in sneakers that were handed over, as I’d come to the door. We went to their canteen and I saw a few eyes narrow as they stared at me. Looking out of the window I saw it was just about dawn, so breakfast it was for us. The chef seemed a bit puzzled but a load of gibberish between them and I was allowed to grab anything I wanted. They even had decent looking cooked stuff, plus cereals… the result? A better brekkie than I could ever make in the truck…and FREE too it seemed. So I was not going to complain.
Ten minutes later I was back in ‘our’ room with a veritable feast of goodies. We were starving by now and made short work of the meal and jug of coffee that junior carried for me. The door opened again just as we’d finished and two, what I assumed were guards or something arrived. They ushered us out, not at gunpoint but we obeyed the gestures quick enough and were taken past the canteen and to what soon we realised was the boss’ office.
We sat down in front of his desk and waited while he finished up some forms that a junior was laying out, then the man collected them and waited. Then the boss spoke, our German speaking kiddo translating for him. I was amazed…and relieved.
“It has been decided…to let you go, without problems for you or us. No Embassy, no Police, no…hass…hassle ” I smiled as he’d mangled the last word. Mike seeing my reaction did so too, though mine soon faded as he continued speaking. “However, you…woman…have to take runway test first. If you pass…then you leave. If not…” and left it at that as he asked was I prepared to take it. I didn’t have a clue what this was and looked aghast. “It’s simple, you walk the airbase runway, that’s all” so I sighed, not bothering to translate that to Mike. He had enough on his plate. I nodded and everyone smiled, the secretary hurrying off with the forms.
Then we were led to another room, where to my relief and Mike’s delight was all the stuff we’d had last night, even my dress and the shoes were here, neatly folded, right down to the undies and it looked like they’d been cleaned too. His wallet, truck keys, watch, my handbag and all the associate camera gear, all laid out for inspection. The door was closed and Mike pocketed all his stuff though we did notice our passports were not here. A check on the time and we realised that if the runway carry-on or whatever it was didn’t take more than three hours we’d actually get to Varna on time!
Garry would never find out unless he checked the sat-com and I saw Mike, never the religious sort mouthing a small prayer of thanks. “Mike, even these films are intact, all of them. I cannot believe it,” I said checking the machine. A look in my bag, yep, still had my phone and all the cosmetics. Guess Communism must be dead or they’d have nicked it all for their women. Quickly I got changed back into the blouse and trousers I’d worn for the tramp into the woods. The boiler suit was folded neatly up and left to one side along with the sneakers. My black ones were of a far better fit.
The door opened and the boss arrived, with his man and the youngster did his stuff. Saying that Mike was to go with them and recover his vehicle from the garage. Once it was moved to the base I’d perform my walk and if successful we’d be allowed to leave. It seemed too simple but I nodded and agreed. Shaking the boss’ hand and he left. Mike gave me a big old kiss and promised not to be too long. “Whatever you do love, make me proud honey, keep…and keep the British end up!” Being a real James Bond fan I loved that quote and kissed him again before Mike was led away.
So just a walk on the runway I thought, what a joke, it’s got to be only about a mile or maybe a bit more. And I grinned at junior. He did too then told me I had to do it in all that stuff! Pointing to the dress and shoes I’d worn last night. “What, all of it?” I said and he just smiled, pointing to his face, then lips, insinuating I should put some slap on. I was shocked, appalled and wished that I’d not agreed to this. Nearly two miles in high-heels and I shook badly.
But it was the only choice so I nodded, managing to cry as he left me to it. I rushed as best I could and within half an hour I looked, well not bad I guess and my just arrived guard nodded in approval. We went downstairs and I saw everyone staring. No doubt they’d never seen a sight like me, and despite my circumstance I found myself giving them a wiggle. You bloody tease Shell, Mike would have said as we exited the main building and out onto the ramp. Thankfully it was another sunny morning, the thought of doing this in the pissing rain…yuk.
A jeep arrived, the boss and several minions aboard and they all got out. Smiling at me as I stood there trembling. I passed inspection apparently and was told to get into the vehicle. Having done so I was amazed as we drove down the flightline, seeing a huge row of jet fighters, one of these I assumed had scared the shit out of us last night. How the hell had we found probably the biggest airbase this side of the Black Sea without knowing it? One of Mike’s buddies is a plane-spotter, one of those saddos who sit there doing the aerial version of writing down train numbers, he’d love this if we told him. But I guess this’ll be one secret I’ll definitely be keeping to myself.
Down we went and my heart leapt as I saw Mike’s Scania and our blue trailer arriving next to the last plane in the line-up. We passed him and I saw his eyes bug out as he realised what I was wearing now. The jeep with my man indicated for him to follow and he did so as we headed to the end of the runway. The convoy stopped and I was allowed to get out. Mike doing also and coming over, giving me a hug as I handed him my other clothes, handbag and the camera stuff.
“Looking gorgeous Angel,” he said then confirmed the vehicle was undisturbed. Also he had the kettle on for coffee! A cup of water was handed over and he slipped me two painkillers as he looked at my feet. “That distance in those, you’re gonna need them Shell” And I smiled, never did I love him more than right now. He must have guessed seeing me in the red dress that I was wearing the heels too. Normally I can last an hour at most while attending parties, walking miles, no chance. Who else would have thought and worried about that? But then a voice called me back and I sighed, had another kiss then left him there.
Our jeep went scooting back up passed the line up of planes, though I did see at least half of them now being worked on. Crewmen were milling about, a pilot with his big hat, or helmet I think they are called, was doing his checks, clipboard in hand. Same as Mike does I guess, though slightly more complicated.
We arrived up the far end of the runway and looked down it, seeing a couple of trucks partway along with people getting out every hundred feet or so. All of them armed with rifles and I stared. I was going to have witnesses all the way to the end. Mike’s truck barely visible in the heat-haze. I was ordered to get out and they did too. The boss coming round to stand in front with the others.
He reached for my hands, then bloody kissed me. RIGHT ON THE LIPS!
I was shocked but dare not resist as he rubbed both hands over my ass, patted me on it then let go, gesturing I should start walking. Pointing to the centre white line, the path I should follow.
My eyes blurred with tears and I set off, though amazed a hundred feet later when another truck pulled up alongside and a soldier got out, handing me a set of ear-defenders then ran back to the vehicle. This left in a cloud of smoke, dust and general shit, but why the hell did I need these? The planes weren’t going yet…were they?
“OH SHIT” I cursed, seeing at least three of the jets had their lights on, the glass lid that covered the pilot on one was down already…THEN IT MOVED!
If you ever see a girl running in high heels, you know she’s in trouble. I got another hundred yards or so then stopped and was about to take them off when one of the guards alongside the runway came over. Telling me in gibberish to stop it. Indicating I should keeping running. I tried to plead but he shook his head, smacked me hard on the ass then pointed the gun at me. So off I ran, really struggling already as I passed the first marker with 1 on it. There were eight more! I saw stretching into the distance and I started to sob. This was torture but I knew it’d be our way of freedom without anyone finding out. My dress and stuff kept flapping around my legs, the feeling I normally loved but not today.
Looking back I was appalled as the first jet moved along the track, it’s engines ready to blast the machine past my head. No wonder they’d given me defenders, I could feel the vibration from here. Keeping going I passed the second board, nearly a third of the way and I was already so tired and the painkillers hadn’t kicked in yet. It was no good I had to get these shoes off NOW and stopped again.
I’d barely touched the strap on my ankle when the nearest guard grabbed me, again yelling and smacking my ass. I wept and pleaded, then sighed as he got on his radio while I took them off. This was not a great idea as the jeep soon arrived. Three men got out, looking at me, then my heart seized when I saw one of them carrying cord.
At gunpoint I was forced to strap my shoes back on, then the bastards bound my wrists behind my back in that x-shape! Another slap on the butt and they departed after a damn good laugh. Smiling grimly I toddled off as the jet turned onto the runway next to mine, as it seemed there were two. For a moment I kept looking, hearing the next guard yelling and wave me on…then it seemingly leapt forward.
Barely a second later the machine roared past, if it was a hundred feet away I’d have said no, it was closer. The noise, the vibration thundered through my aching limbs as it shot into the sky. Mike must be crapping himself, I thought, the truck seemingly no closer than before. On I went, nearly at number three now but I had to keep turning to see how far the next…
WHOOOOSSSHHH!!!
It tore past me, making me scream as I’d left it a little late to check. Now I was a bit further down the blast from the fiery back seemed worse. I guessed it would get even tougher as I got to six, as this seemed to be when it left the ground. Like parking by a main road, the faster a wagon goes past, the more you rock. A stare across at the main ramp and I shuddered. ALL the jets were now lit up, they were flying the whole fleet by the look of it, all except one, his pilot standing there glaring at the machine while the maintenance people beavered away. “Tough luck Borat!” I smiled to myself.
Look I know it’s the wrong country but half these guys had moustaches!
Another glance back and I was appalled. The next one was on MY side. No way could I survive the blast from THAT! As soon as it moved I planned to dodge to one side. The men were positioned on alternate edges, so in a hundred feet or so, if I went to the left, the guy behind me was too far away to butt in. The soldier on the other side of course wouldn’t dare run across to chivvy me up. Another look…GO Shell!
I dashed diagonally to the left then crouched as the jet screamed past. The heat was appalling and the blast, almost but not quite bowled me over. But as it lifted up I was already on my way. The next plane was on the other side so I kept going. The only trouble being if that many came on my one, then by dodging side to side, I’d end up running even further.
Boss Borat must have guessed this, the next two planes both used my side. The bugger, but I was now almost at five. OVER HALFWAY! I thought as by now I could see Mike, standing with two guards by the truck. Quite what he’d have done, knowing I was bound up I didn’t know. My feet were in agony as I passed the board. Too exhausted to even cheer. Suddenly the guard to my left started waving at me. He was actually gesturing for me to go his way, Why?
I turned, then screamed in shock as I threw myself bodily to the side.
The pilot must have shit himself, the plane swerving all over the place as I stared at what could have been my death site. It lifted off much later, steaming straight over our Scanny at very few feet, I swear Mike and the guys ducked. I was sobbing as the guard helped me to my feet, brushed me down, so he could have a good grope, then as expected a slap on the bum and ‘off you go’ in smiling gibberish sent me off.
By the time I got to 6 thousand feet I was down to a trot. I just couldn’t go any faster. But the next three planes went the other side and one was even up well before that. It meant I could relax a bit and see Mike, waving me onwards, knowing his girl was doing him proud… Then he gestured to one side and I didn’t bother looking back as another… WHOOOOSSSHHH!!!
Now Mike was my guide and I just kept looking at him. Anything on the other side, no signal, if one came on mine, either go left of right as he could see the locations of the guards to keep me away from them. At least he still didn’t seem to realise I was tied up. Passing the eight sign I was in tears, wondering that I could fail, with under a thousand feet to go. I could barely place one foot in front of the other. Looking down I saw both were glowing bright red and I guessed I’d need a day or so on the bunk to get anywhere close to recovering enough. Shame really as we were planning a lot of sightseeing during our long weekend in Varna before heading home.
At least the jets were above me now. One, on my side kept a bit low but missed by a hundred feet or more. I just didn’t care now, placing one foot, then another foot and now, joy of joys I could see Mike’s lips moving. “Keep going Shell, nearly there pet. You’re doing great. Just a few feet more love” he was ‘saying’ but with a hundred feet to go I had to stop. Right after the white markings, like a zebra-crossing you see on the road. The same as had been at the other end when I’d been dropped off. The guard prevented Mike from advancing as the jeep came racing out and my heart sank as I tried not to collapse; both hands flexing as the cord bit into my wrists. Had I done enough? I began sobbing pitifully as it drew alongside.
Boss Borat got out and I stared pleadingly at him, tears running down my face as he looked back down the runway. The last plane, the one I thought was broken was just lifting off from my side. Coming towards us at a rate of knots. I didn’t even duck as it thundered over. Even he’d twitched, scowling as junior German speaker scuttled off to one side. He smiled as my weeping grew louder, then nodded and waved his men to help me.
I’D DONE IT!
The cords were gently removed and naturally I took the shoes off first. Trying not to scream as my hamstrings were given a going over. Mike was allowed to come up and he gave me the biggest hug and kiss as I managed not to collapse, holding me clean off the ground. “Well done Shell, by God I’m so proud of you love”, cradling me as the trucks went down the runway and collected the guards. I remembered he still had dodgy ribs and told him to let go. “No love, you need this more than I do” and I cried again until realising I was making an exhibition of myself.
Borat came back and to our surprise was holding what appeared to be a crest or something like that and hubby gently set me down to receive it. Boss shook Mike’s hand then handed it over. We guessed it was the badge of the local Squadron and my big brave man indicated he’d look after it. Then I shook hands with him, thankfully no kissing this time but two bottles of wine were presented along with our passports.
A moment later I handed over those bright red shoes to him. Indicating they were for his wife…or…lover or whatever. I hoped I hadn’t offended him but the guy seemed so delighted, looking at them and beaming. He saluted us then indicated we could get back in the truck and go. Lastly he called his men away and pointed to Mike that he should follow them to the exit! My fella carried me all the way to the cab. Only fifty feet but I could see it was hurting him, and trying to get myself in almost defeated us but eventually we were away. First thing I did was to get that coffee machine going.
I sighed like no other sigh as the airbase gate was closed behind us as we turned left. Going up the road a moment later we went past the garage where the truck had been parked and onto the motorway. No wonder they’d found us. We’d been about five hundred feet from the base fence. No secret police car followed us towards Varna and we would be there on time.
Not that I knew that much until we arrived in the city. As we’d trundled down the motorway ten minutes after leaving the base Mike asked me, had I got turned on during that long run? Imagining me as a damsel, like the act we’d played the night before. It was hopeless to lie but I had, and had the patch below to prove it. He smiled and we turned off into the next service area for fuel. Reaching for me across the cab Mike grinned and as I’d thought I was about to get kissed and cuddled, had shut my eyes in anticipation.
Another BIG mistake Michelle pet.
A minute or so later I was being bound, gagged, blindfolded and giggling! Lying on the bunk bed behind his seat and for a strange reason didn’t resist. I hadn’t even had time to change! Only after two hours did I start pleading and making a fuss, mainly because I needed the loo and had to get changed into my normal togs first. After all I could hardly go into a strange company warehouse dressed like this.
“Oh I don’t know, they might… nah lets not go there” Mike said when I’d told him. But I did spend a wonderful time imagining being used by strangers. Thinking that if I ‘went’ with them for half an hour, Mike’s load and paperwork would get processed a lot quicker. Am I a naughty girl for thinking like that? Or is that another story yet to be written?
That lasted till we’d parked up for the weekend whereupon Mike and Michelle became normal tourists again as we toured the city. A decent hotel for Sunday night rather than the truck and my feet recovered far quicker than I thought.
“Good, any shoe shops here Mike, I’m a pair short” I asked looking around the city square and got ‘that’ look as a reply. But we found the right ones within an hour, $50 having haggled, no wonder Borat had been chuffed to get a pair free for his bird.
Epilogue.
It was a happy pair who returned to Lincolnshire a week later. While Mike sorted Garry out with the papers I loaded our stuff into the car. He bullshitted the seriously impressive bruises by saying he’d tried breaking up a fight between two other drivers at the border post and got a slap or two for his trouble. “You should have set yon Shelley on them Mikey boy, she scares me!” he’d replied, looking up at my fella.
Getting home Mike again grabbed me and said how proud he was. But also we’d continue playing our games. “But check the wider area next time” I’d retorted as he went to develop the photos in his lab. No way could we send these off to Boots!
He emerged two hours later, smiling, but a bit curious as well, holding the sheaf in his hands, but not letting me look at them yet. Finally he laughed… “Shelley love, should we get a dog sometime?”
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