God's Crusade

Part Twenty-Two

Miss Donald was not like Miss King to Hermione. Miss King had been quite kind, and had put her in a bed, like the two Hinton girls, although they did sleep in their mittens to prevent any nonsense, as Miss King called it, with a knowing smile. She was sort of strict with them at times, but they were allowed to chat and have a bit of fun, at least some of the time. Of course there were prayers and more formality than Hermione was used to, but it was not that bad, when she got over the initial shock of actually going there. But Miss Donald was an uncompromising monster in Hermione's horrified opinion. Hermione and Selena had been muzzled on the shopping trip, although Mrs Brown had been able to speak, because she was choosing Hermione's new clothes, on instructions from her husband, but once they got back to the vicarage, or whatever they called it, Miss Donald was firmly in charge. Hermione really had no idea what the sleeping gown was, and she panicked when Miss Donald put her in a diaper and started to put her in, struggling and trying to pull away, although that was hard in mittens. Miss Donald roughly overpowered her, and paddled her for daring to disobey her guardian. She had a terrible night and needed a bath in the morning as a result. She was left muzzled, but her mittens were removed, so that she could be washed properly. Immediately they were, Hermione committed the cardinal sin of touching her muzzle with her fingers as she wanted to talk. Miss Donald rightly assumed that she was trying to remove it.

Miss Donald was not like Miss King of course. Miss King was the daughter of one of Mrs Hinton's closest friends, who had completed a six week guardian appreciation course at her school before starting her new job. Miss Donald was fully qualified from a three year course at a recognised guardian college. However, she had never had a maiden react like that to her before and it took even her by surprise. She pulled Hermione's hands away from her mouth in horror, but the silly girl just struggled again, clearly almost hysterical, leaving Miss Donald no choice. Using a technique one of her tutors had called necessary force, she twisted the girl's right arm behind her back and grabbed hold of her hair with her other hand, forcing her under the shower. It was not easy but she needed cleaning up. It made rather a mess, and Miss Donald got soaked in the process, but it ended with Hermione sitting in the corner of the bathroom, holding her aching arm and staring at Miss Donald in horror.

"Stand up, Hermione." Miss Donald commanded but the girl shook her head, too frightened to move. It took Miss Donald ten minutes and a little shouting to get her to her feet. Then the girl blankly refused to hold out her hands for her mittens. Miss Donald coaxed her into it in the end, after another five minutes, although she was sorely tempted to use brute force. After that, it was relatively easy to get her out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom, give her the beating she so richly deserved and then finally get her dressed to leave. Hermione travelled to Meadvale in a new velvet travelling gown that she had not tried on in the shop. It was heavy and hot, but she had to wear a cloak too, and another diaper. Once Miss Donald had her and Selena settled in the car, they were both covered and left to listen to their headphones and suck on their feeding tubes. Hermione cried into her muzzle most of the way to the epicentre of the modern renaissance. She had just learned that her grandparents and their Reigate friends were still only playing at the doctrine.

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"Are you guys happy committing career suicide?" Skylar demanded, looking straight at the two FBI agents leaning against the wall opposite her. "I have the constitutional right to a lawyer, and bringing me to a foreign embassy is a clear violation of my human rights...so when I get to make my call, you two are history."

"Orders are orders," One of them, clearly the senior one, said with a sly smile.

"So tell me what the fuck this is all about and I might put in a good word for you two guys at your trial, ok?"

"Big brave words honey but all I am allowed to say is that you are here for questioning under counter terrorism laws."

"Oh are you serious? I am part of a pressure group...we send out strongly worded emails and do blogs! We are not terrorists!"