Cindy's Dream Chapter 6: Barb's Licking Wounds

Here's the final chapter of Cindy's Dream.
We've seen Cindy's side of the story after the fight, so this time is for Barb's side.

Cindy's Dream

by mabauterklamm and YamaguchiShun

Language check by @jima378

Chapter 6: Barb's Licking Wounds 

In the lounge of the "Safe House", the exclusive Club formerly owned by Cindy, four heavily plastered women sat in their wheelchairs, their soft moans accompanied by the distant ringing of a telephone.

"Hurry up, Jennie!" shouted Wendy angrily. "The fight between 'Violent' Violet Armstrong and Esther 'The Best' is about to begin. I hope the sight of uninhibited, sadistic brutality, the view of twisted limbs and the sound of cracking bones can distract me from my pain!"

The double hip spica cast, made from pure white, heavy plaster of paris, immobilizing her entire lower body just allowed her to wiggle her toes. She sat in a wheelchair with one leg extended straight forward, the other bent at the knee so that her foot was pointed toward the floor. Her privates were covered by a thick diaper like all the other plastered women wore here. On her torso, the cast reached under her armpits and touched a hard neck brace that immobilized her neck. Impatiently, she wiggled her arm stumps.

"Ok, ok!" Jennie broke away from her kiss with Ruby and straightened. Tenderly, she stroked Ruby's plastered shoulder and gave her an affectionate look. Oh, even in this incredibly thick full body cast, Ruby was such a gorgeous woman.

But Ruby was glad, that Jennie was lured away from her. "Oww!" she groaned. while sweat ran from her forehead into her eyes, mixing with her tears. Every touch, even through her full body cast and her full body padding, sent waves of agony through her shattered body.

Ignoring Ruby's groans, Jennie hurried out of the room on her crutch, swinging the stump of her right leg back and forth. "Where are the credentials to access the Internet tv station, Wendy? And shouldn't I answer the phone instead?"

"I don't know that where the credentials are!" Wendy could hardly surpress her impatience. "Just find them! And do it quick, best now! It's about high time!"

"No, come back and put my glasses to the right place. They slipped down and now they itch is going to drive me crazy!" exclaimed Gemma in a voice that overflowed with exasperation. Ironically, she was in almost the same cast she had used to deceive Cindy. But this time, her once masked face was on full display and the discomfort of her current situations were clearly read in it.

She was lying in her wheelchair more than sitting. Her plastered arms were stretched out to the side as if in a hug with her forearms pointing forward, and the thickness of her two plastered legs appeared to be completely exaggerated. The cast around her neck and head forced her to look straight ahead and she had no idea where Jennie was at any given moment. Inside her thick white shell, made of traditional plaster, every inch of her skin itched like someone had bathed her padding in nettles. To make matters even worse, the same applied for her diaper. Oh, how she would've loved to scratch her buttocks.

"Jennie! My glasses! My nose! Quick!" she cried in a voice that was now almost hysterical.

"No, Jennie! Think of the credentials!" screamed Wendy even louder.

"Ring, ring," uttered the phone with constant volume.

"Shut up, Wendy!"

"You shut up, Gemma!"

"Ring!"

"Oww!" said Ruby. Probably an insect had settled on one of her plastered body parts, and it was really hard to find a spot not encased in plaster. Basically, only her scalp, face, and right big toe weren't in casts after being beaten up almost to pulp by her own people.

That her right big toe had remained unharmed put a smile on her face in the few moments when she wasn't overcome with pain. It was her little triumph over Cindy, who wanted Ruby not to be able to move a muscle. Every time she took pleasure in wiggling her toe, she devised new plans of revenge for Cindy. And she was sure, that Cindy won't get a chance, that she would be able to move her big toe after that.

"My nose itch is much worse than abandonment, Wendy!"

"Gemma, all our noses itch, you pussy!"

"Ring," the phone added to the general chaos.

"Stop it!" Barb's commanding voice ended the argument with two short words.

"It was a mistake to hurt that oranged-haired nurse named Lucy and to mess with all the nurses, Barb! Now only a one-legged auxiliary nurse is willing to take care of us. And that's only because she has a crush on Ruby," Gemma complained.

"Ow!" commented Ruby with a groan, hearing her name.

"I know," Barb said in a calm tone. "But I've already taken steps to change that."

Asa boss like Cindy, Barb took by far the most damage. She was in a full body cast that connected a minerva cast, a double shoulder spica cast and a double hip spica cast to a ridiculously clunky block of plaster that blurred the contours of her body. Besides the tips of her fingers and toes, only her steel-hard abs peeked out of the cast, for which a window had been specially cut on her abdomen. All of her toes and fingers were connected by wires with metallic arches that stretched across the openings of the plastered arms and legs. Her arms were slightly lower than her shoulders, and her right hand, which she had used to crush Cindy's jaw, had been so badly affected that several external fixators were needed for a complete healing of her pulverized metacarpals. Her thickly plastered legs were immobilized in a sitting position and her left foot, she had damaged herself by stomping it to the ground, was adorned with some external fixators, too. Like the plaster casts of her henchgirls, hers was made of old-fashioned plaster and looked like it weighed half a ton.

Gemma wasn't finished with her accusations, "And Cindy was right: we lost everything, just like her! Hardly anyone wants to work for us now."

"We may have lost a lot, like our mobility, being imprisoned in a full body cast, or our dignity by wearing those big diapers, that make us look like we can't control our bladders and constrictors. I am fully aware of all that humiliation. But we haven't lost everything. We are not totally sidelined. We can still talk, after all!" objected Barb.

"Ow!" objected Ruby, rolling her eyes.

Barb overrode this Ruby's clarification, "I bet Cindy won't be able to talk for weeks, maybe even months." A satisfied smile crept onto her face. "And she is forced to consume liquified meals."

"That may be so. We have a bunch of broken bones, though. They hurt beyond belief. We can't even move an inch." Gemma squinted her eyes to the sides, seeing confirmation in the face of the quantities of plaster casts.

"I can do, you loser!" interjected Wendy, wiggling the stumps of her arms.

"Ow!" moaned Ruby with a hint of cheer, looking lovingly at her uninjured toe.

"But we have the whole drug industry, Gemma! And with that drug industry we will get rich. Richer than you can imagine. So to me, that's a price we should be willing to pay.... Ah! Ouch!" Barb squinted her eyes, but couldn't suppress tears of pain. "I made a wrong move!"

"A wrong move?" asked Gemma incredulously with emphasis on "move".

"Ow ow ow?" asked Ruby with a groan.

"Grmpfl!" growled Barb. Then, at a volume that rang in everyone's ears, she yelled, "Can you answer the damn phone, Jennie?! It's been ringing for minutes!"

"Owwwww!" Ruby felt the sound of Barb's barking call go through every bruised bone.

"And bring me a cigarette!" roared Barb even louder than before, causing Ruby to nearly lose consciousness.

Jennie limped back to the lounge. The phone was still ringing. "Sorry, Wendy, I couldn't find the credentials."

She hurried over to Gemma to to put the glasses on top of her nose and clamp the arms of the glasses between Gemma's face and her head cast. In the process, her crutch bumped against Ruby's uninjured toe, making her fall onto Gemma's lap and bumping her forehead against Gemma's nose.

"OWWW!" cried Ruby. Eyes widening in shock, she saw her big toe bend to the side and begin to swell.

"By bose!" moaned Gemma. "You broke by bose!"

"Where's my cigarette, Jennie?" rumbled Barb.

"Ring! Ring!" called the phone.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!" Jennie scrambled to her feet, not even knowing where to start. "Cigarettes are unhealthy and only delay your healing unnecessarily, Boss! I'll straighten your nose in a minute, Gemma! Same goes for your toe, Ruby!" She bent down and gave her love a tender kiss.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" moaned Ruby in useless protest.

Jennie straightened up, waving her hand in front of her nose. "That smells bad. First I'll probably have to change your diaper, Ruby."

"OW!" Ruby was close to panic, as soon as she imagined what moves even a competent nurse had to make with her. And Jennie was just clumsy as hell.

Unimpressed by Ruby's moans, Jennie turned to Wendy: "Did I hurt you, too?"

Wendy tried to back away in her wheelchair in shock. "No! Not yet! Just stay away from me, Jennie!" she cried out in fright, throwing herself backwards so vehemently that the wheelchair tipped backwards and she fell out of it with a somersault. The attempt to cushion the impact with her arm stumps ended with two ugly crunching noises, after which Wendy's upper arms went off in unnatural directions.

"Cindy..." rumbled Barb in a grim voice, drowning out the moaning sounds of her three henchgirls. "It's not over yet..."