When the soldier who had brought the chicken mash dropped by again he saw the rebel spokeswoman had barely touched the plate, and he'd heard her making noises. "You shouldn't even think of your so-called rights" he said, "this isn't a fuckin' vacation resort"
"We want real food, not the contents of your garbage bin, and I demand that you take the ball gag off my friend."
"If I ungag her she'll bark like a dog" he replied. Somebody waved at him and he stepped out of the room for a moment. A minute later he was back. "You can have some fresh milk and some fruit, too. And your slut friend here - we'll ungag her in a minute. Not because she's got any rights, but because Sgt Masters wishes to make a special interrogation of her. It seems the Major is occupied out in the courtyard a while yet"

Dawn moaned and mmph'ed from under her ball gag. "Please, Beatrice" she thought. "Take the deal, I need to be able to talk to you, dearest, and we need to eat. If I can at least speak to you I'll take on this guy Masters."

With Minerva up on her feet again, the soldiers told her to raise her calves up, one at a time, and flex them, to show she was able to walk. She did so and the blood again pumped through, increasing the pain from where she'd been whipped. She exhaled, put the feet back on the ground, and one of the men shackled her ankles, putting a 15-inch steel chain between them. "Alright" he said, "Time to let you meet your friends. Walk, bitch!" he motioned her round the yard.
Minerva hobbled forward on the concrete walk, her hands locked on her back. Down the far side they passed a large wooden barrel of water, and one of the soldiers finally removed her ball gag. "You look like you'd need some water, lady".
He wasn't going to untie her hands, adn Minerva realized she'd have to bow her head down to the surface of the water and drink. Her jaws felt stiff, but she had to get some. She straightened her back and bowed her head down to the edge of the water.

The next moment, she felt the soldier dunking her head underwater, pressing her down hard with both his hands and laughing. Somebody's knee pinned her own thighs to the side of the big vat, and she sensed two thinly rubber-clad fingers feeling at her ass.