Chapter Three: Hell in a Cell

" Well, " smirked Russell at his captives, "since your brats are being reasonable about things so far, I guess I'll play nice and go get you some food and water. Just remember what I said though: any um…disruptions will have some Really bad results." he warned needlessly as the powerfully built forty something man rose from the raggedy old desk and walked towards the doorway. "Back in twenty with your grub." he said over his shoulder as he left the six teenagers alone in the dimly lit cell.

" Hey," came the querulous voice of Eric McGorrill, "I just realized, the lights are on in this jail." he stated, waving at a pair of ancient 40 watt bulbs mounted in thick glass in opposite corners of the room. " How did Captain Chaos manage that ?"

" He's got his own regular rat's nest set up here, " came the reply from the next cell as Ian Milbauer groaned with effort and propped up on his mildewed bunk. "he kept Jory hopping the first few days, helping him roll a half dozen barrels of kerosene and set up a generator he had stashed here." the injured boy said , wheezing slightly from pain as he spoke. " From some of the things he's let drop," Ian added, "it looks like he's been stashing stuff he's skimmed off other naturalists for a couple of years on this island and at least two others fairly close by. That's where the MRE's and the bottled water must be coming from, at least."

Abby Fujimoto looked up from where she was sitting with her arms wrapped around the sobbing Jory Twist and asked urgently, " Do either of you know just where he's planning on taking this lifeboat of his to ? I thought we were a long way from civilization.", she said, slowly rising up from Jory's bunk, pausing briefly to pat her friends' arm as she straightened up."

" It wouldn't matter if there was a city a mile swim away." Jory replied bitterly from behind her. " No one in their right mind would come near here, not after what's happened to New York, Tokyo and Adelaide in the last week."

" What are you talking about ?" came the question from Melissa Wu , feeling of Ian's feverish forehead .

" Yeah,", interposed Eric, " How could something happening in those places keep that nut from wanting to run if he has a way to ?"

"We found out about it just after we came here," Ian began, clearing his throat, "Russell has a little am radio he keeps on him. When we got to the plateau this place is on, he was finally able to pick up a couple of channels from Guam. If we hadn't been right beside him when it came over the radio, I would never have believed it."

" Believed what?", snorted Eric irritably. "

" Believed," came Jory's voice, "that a five hundred foot tall monster would show up in New York City and level the whole island and survive everything the military could throw at it, even a tactical nuke. Or even worse, that it would have a couple of even bigger friends show up just a day later.", she stated dully, rocking back and forth on her bunk as Abby continued to hold her reassuringly.

Eric looked at Ian, disbelief plain on his angular face, " You are joking, right?" he asked querulously, looking back and forth between Ian and Jory, "I mean, c'mon, a five hundred foot tall monster showing up and trashing New York City? " It sound like some bad monster movie joke." he said, a faintly pleading tone in his baritone voice.

"Actually," Jory said, rubbing at her drying eyes, "the one that hit NYC was the smallest one", she said, nervously wringing her dirty hands, "the one that hit Adelaide, Australia was at least a third bigger according to the reports, and the Tokyo one was supposed to be over nine hundred feet tall. Between the monster reports, malaria and a blow to the head in the flood, I can almost see why the pilot flipped out!" she said heatedly.

" Fuck that!" Ian spat, his lean face briefly contorting with pain as he shifted his injured leg, " There's no excuse for the things that asshole has done to me or you Jory, he retorted hotly, reaching out to grasp Jorys hand. " Nothing could ever excuse him raping you or me." he continued, an embarrassed flush coming over his cheeks as he sheepishly looked at Abby and Melissa.

" He's absolutely right." Abby said firmly, "Nothing can ever excuse that sort of behavior. Even being scared, sick or hurt all three is still no reason to go psycho like that!"

Actually, came Melissa's unwilling thought, that sounds a lot like how Abby has been acting the last few days. I hate to say it, but since she came back to the main camp five days ago, I've actually been afraid of her, Melissa admitted to herself. Whatever other comparisons that may have started to come to her mind were lost as all six teens started as they heard a horrendous clatter coming down the hallway towards their cells.

"On your feet kiddies!" boomed Bob Russell's bass voice as he came into view, pushing a warped metal rolling cart, heavily burdened with water bottles, MREs, two ancient wash pans and, amazingly, some slightly mildewed washclothes and even a few towels. He grinned at the half dozen looks of bewilderment that met his bizarre entrance. " Ol' Cap'n Russell's a man of his word," he cackled as he waved a hand at the cart and its contents, "Food, water and even cleaning supplies for your filthy butts! I even found a few bars of soap. Can't deny they're on the old side, but it'll get stink off of you." he said, a twinkle in his deep set dark eyes as he looked at his captives.

Yeah, you're all heart scumbag, Eric thought angrily. Of course you want us clean and fed. Can't have grubby, starved sex slaves , can you ? Out loud he said, "Appreciate it Cap. Nothin' like a good wash up and a good chow down." doing his best to match Russell's upbeat tone. " That's the spirit Eric!" chortled the deranged man as he reached into his pants pocket. He chuckled as Eric flinched at the site of the dreaded shock collar controller emerging into the pilot's large left hand. "Don't worry boy," he said soothingly, "I'm just covering my ass; I'm gonna open your cell so you can get yours and Jackson's stuff. As long as you don't do anything stupid, I wont have to do this to you." he said , flicking the dreaded switch on and off swiftly. Eric, Abby, Ian and Jackson each let out cries of pain as a agonizing pulse of electricity ripped through each for a split second. A half minute later, Eric struggled back up from his knees where the jolt had driven him.

"You didn't have to do that!" raged Abby from across the walkway, her arms protectively around the gasping Jory as she helped her back onto a bunk.

"Consider it a warning , you little bitch!" Russell snarled back at her, false bonhomie gone, " I trust you people even less'n you trust me! Any of you tries anything, you get to ride the lightning, got it?" he said, glaring back and forth at the two cells.

"We hear you." Jackson said quietly.

Russell turned and looked at the tall, rangy teen. " Good'" he replied, " now turn around and get to the back of the cell so I can get you two's stuff in. Eric, when I open the door, get the stuff on the top of the cart. I'll push it up close so you'll have to go through it to try to get at me. Melissa, same thing when I open your groups up. You others turn around and go to the far wall, just like Jackson. A few minutes later, both cells had their supplies in. Surprisingly, Russell had even brought in stacks of leaves for the toilets.

Yeah, thought Jackson as he slowly chewed a granola bar, if we weren't being held in a cell by a sadistic, perverted freak, we'd be almost comfortable. He looked up as he saw the pilot walking to the door of his and Erics' cell. His free hand went into his right pocket and drew out a handful of pills, some white, some purple.

" I realize your hearts won't be into what I have you guys do in a little while," Russell started, a salacious smirk on his large face, "but with a few of these, your dicks will be up for anything!" he crowed, gently tossing the pills onto the foot of Erics' bunk.

"What are those?" Jackson asked, dreading the reply.

" Viagra and X , what else." snickered the eternally sweating man, wiping his palm on his pants leg. " You boys take these now. And don't try to just palm them or …" his voice dropped off as he tapped the controller ominously.

Shit Fuck Dammit! Eric thought furiously, I know what he's doing. He's gonna try to get us so high and horny we'll halfway want to freak with each other!

Jacksons' thoughts were similar, but with even greater fear. Wonderful. I've know seriously bad shit to happen to people who mixed those two particular drugs at raves and parties. It's like mixing nitro with a blender! And once that damn Viagra kicks in, there's NO way he won't make the two of us fuck. What the hell will ever fix things afterwards when Mel sees that ? And Eric is already afraid of me now. I don't want to feel like I'm raping him! The problem is "Captain Chaos" here is crazy enough to kill someone if we DON'T, damn him!

" I'm not asking you two clowns to take these, I'm telling you too. Now." Russell said firmly. The two boys briefly locked troubled eyes as they each took half of the pills. Russell made them open their mouths and hand to make certain they had not faked taking them. "Good !' he snorted, " I'll be back in a half hour and by then, you two will be at full mast for the rest of the night!" he laughed cruelly as he turned and left.

Just perfect. Jackson looks like he's about to cry and Eric looks like he'd kill himself if he could, Melissa thought morosely . They're both acting ashamed already and they haven't done anything yet! What are we supposed to say to them to try and be supportive? she thought futilely. As usual, Abby Fujimoto was not at a loss for words.

" That monster! He's so damned smug; he thinks he's got it all figured out. No way! We will find a way out of this guys." she promised hotly. " As crazy as he is, he'll make a mistake eventually and when he does, we'll have his ass!" she finished, slapping at her pants legs fiercely.

Yeah, but Chief here will have had MY virgin ass by then! Eric thought to himself, surreptitiously glancing at Jackson, who was standing at the front of the cell, his head resting on the black bars. Almost unwillingly, a strong pulse of pity for Jackson welled up in Eric's heart. I have to admit, bad as this'll be for me, Jackson may have it worse. Melissas' had it for him bad from the day they met at Hartwell High. Now she'll get to see him in action. Unfortunately, came the ironic thought, it won't be with Abby or Taylor, her romantic rivals, but with ME! And the last thing I feel about Jackson is romantic! Taking a deep breath, Eric stood up and gingerly reached out to touch one of Jackson's broad shoulders and asked softly " Are you all right Chief ?", trembling slightly as Jackson flinched away and turned. What Eric saw made a tidal wave of fear crash through him . Jackson, stoic, calm , the moral compass of the group Jackson, had tears streaming down his face and an agonized look of terror on him.

" Not really man, " was the reply, the larger boy's voice cracking with barely suppressed emotion. " Are you ?" he asked quietly.

" No." was Eric's honest and simple answer. "I'm about to throw up or pass out, to be blunt.", the slender teen added .

" I know the feeling." Jackson replied, easing down onto the edge of Eric's bunk. " Sit down and let's talk for a few minutes, before this nightmare starts Eric. Please." he said, shivering as he looked into Eric's thin, pale face.

" Sure thing Chief,". Eric answered, sitting nervously next to the muscular teen.

" Are you a virgin Eric?" came Jackson's startling question, " And please don't B.S. me . Not now."

Eric gulped and looked down at his hands for a moment before he replied. " Yeah, unless you count my hand and one time, on a bet, my ex-girlfriends." was his embarrassed response.

Jackson couldn't help a quick smile. Man, he's almost more ashamed of having to confess he's a virgin to me than I am of having to ask him the question. Jackson thought.

" What about you Chief ? Are you?" Eric asked, looking up at the other boy's fox featured face.

" No." was the response Eric had both feared and expected . " I'm not all that experienced," Jackson said, cocking his head in a nervous gesture, something Eric had seen him do all too often since coming to "Reality Island", when exceptionally stressed, " but you of all people, considering what will happen in just a few minutes should know this:

A) I have had sex a grand total of four times and B) two of those times were with a guy. The same friend who got hurt in the fight you found out about on my video diary." he said. Eric felt a stab of guilt as he remembered the chaos caused when he'd snuck a look into the mysterious Jackson's video diary. He'd caused him to briefly run away from the group, only to be rescued by Jackson from a tropical storm later that same day.

" Me and him weren't what you'd call lovers or even a couple," Jackson continued nervously, looking up at the mildewed ceiling as he talked, " Just two really close friends who admitted we were curious and decided to do something about it." he said slowly, " and yes, I'm still attracted to some guys, say one out of every dozen or so, but I'm way more attracted to women." " What about you ?" he asked, still looking upwards.

" I've never been really attracted to any guy." Eric answered slowly, " I mean, yeah, I'll admit some guys are gook lookin'. You and Nathan McHugh are both good looking guys with good bods and all," he said, emotions causing a mild blush as he conceded that, "but I'm just not curious enough to have ever wanted to try." he finished, standing up and starting to pace nervously in the cramped space.

" Fair enough." Jackson said, leaning back against the wall and finally meeting Eric's eyes. " my main point to all of this true confessions deal is this: I I sorta know what to do and , maybe, what to expect Russell to want us to do. I promise you, because the bi thing is not for you apparently, that I'll do my best to try to get him to let you be the aggressive one, if I can. I mean, to try to get him to let you do stuff to me instead of the other way around. If," he stressed the word, " he'll go for it."

" Thanks Jackson." Eric replied, relief evident on his face. " I truly do appreciate you offering to do that. I mean it ."he said sincerely.

" Your welcome," was Jackson's reply as he stood to face Eric. He looked into the boy's blue eyes and added " You know, calling me Jackson when we're about to be forced to have sex with one another is kinda impersonal. Call me Cody. It's my first name, not Jackson. God knows you'll earn the right to first name me shortly." he sighed.

" Ok, thank you Cody." Eric said softly, running a nervous hand through his cinnamon colored hair. He abruptly took a step back. " Uh-oh." he mumbled, an odd look on his face. Cody stepped forward and put a hand gently on Eric's bony shoulder, concern on his face,

" What's up ?" he asked.

" Funny you should put it that way Chief, uh, Cody." Eric said, tension back in his voice. He looked steadily into Jackson's blue-green eyes and slowly, deliberately, looked down at his own groin.

A very visible erection strained at the thin blue fabric of Eric's shorts.