PENAL COLONY NINE (Velvetglove)

(BOOK SIX: THE GUARDS)

 

EXTRACT 1

 

Bartley surveyed the bare asses of the two girls. They were both bending over, clutching their ankles, sniffling with trepidation. One was 21 and the other 22 but he was buggered if he could remember which was which. He'd caught them both looking at him the wrong way and now they had to be punished.

Sure, he knew these two girls toiled in the vest-sewing factory for 12 hours a day and they were exhausted. But that was no excuse. He'd walked in on one of them using the latrine bucket while her friend supported her shoulders. They both gasped when they saw him and he just hadn't liked their insolent expressions, as if he'd interrupted them or something, when it was his Hut!

Result? A thrashing.

He usually performed beatings just outside the entrance, where anybody entering or leaving, and any passersby, would witness the event. His guard dog, 'King', an Irish Wolfhound, sat on his haunches nearby. Several girls from the Hut knelt and watched as he'd instructed.

The first six strokes, delivered to the young lady on the right were mere looseners, designed to humiliate but not to hurt too much. He only raised his arm to half-height, before lashing the cane down across her pale, pert and twitching buttocks. Bright scarlet tramlines appeared in perfect symmetry from the fleshy tops of her thighs to the meaty centre of her cheeks.

She strove to maintain silence - as per his required etiquette - but couldn't help whimpering, hissing, weeping, and stepping from foot to foot. He'd pushed her dirty burlap vest halfway up her back.

Bartley smiled then glanced at his pretty audience. Half a dozen similarly aged and dressed girls were looking on with rapt but horrified expressions, eyes wide, lips quivering. A young brunette caught his eye and she hurriedly looked away.

"Silence." He barked at the sniveling girl he was caning.

 

EXTRACT 2

 

"Help yourself mate."

Al nodded at the senior officer. "Sure. Thanks, boss."

He stared at the lineup of ten females. They were all dressed in sleeveless vests covering their torsos down to their belly buttons. Their legs and feet were naked.

"Any one of them?" Al checked, making sure.

They appeared to be a random selection, ranging from women of a similar age to him, down to girls in their early-20s; brunettes, dirty-blondes, a redhead, and a couple with buzz-cuts. Most were varying degrees of attractive.

"Yeah. But just one. And pick carefully. You can't change her for three months."

At 51, Al was unusually old for a new guard on Penal Colony Nine. His boss was only in his thirties. But Al had done decades of prison service on the mainland at a 'normal' prison. He'd retired, taken a few months off, and then decided to apply for this job as a second career.

He walked slowly along the line of ten different women, eyeballing each of them in turn. They stared straight ahead, foreheads shiny with sweat, eyes full of fear. Al discarded about half of them immediately, based solely on their appearance. But, in truth, he'd have been happy with any single one of them.

"Wow." He turned to the senior officer. "It's not that easy, is it?"

The guy chuckled. He was scrolling his phone disinterestedly, leaving Al to get on with it on his own.

"You get used to it mate. Bear in mind you can fuck others during the next three months. All you're doing is choosing one to focus on, to pick on, to make her life hell."

Al nodded, and stared into the brown eyes of the woman on his left, the first in line.

"Name?"

"Jo, sir."

She was trembling slightly, blinking, obviously petrified.

"Age?"

"43, sir."

He arched his eyebrow. She was one of his five 'possibles'. She appeared younger than forty three. She had hardly any wrinkles and her figure was still trim. He patted her knees further apart.

"How long have you been here?"

"Eight days, sir."

 

EXTRACT 3

 

She nodded impatiently at the next in line.

A small queue of prisoners was waiting at the entrance to her clinic. Nurse Kimiko was on duty; part-guard, part-medic, 24/7 sadist.

On the very day of the 'Glorious First' coup back in January 2022, Kimiko had received an email ejecting her from nursing college. The reasons given for her abject failure included a low score in all her exams but mostly 'a complete lack of bedside manner'. It looked as though she wasn't suited to a medical career.

Fortunately, her subsequent application to the Penal System had proven successful, as neither full qualifications nor bedside manner were deemed necessary for the role of a camp nurse.

She beckoned the next couple forward; a youngish man and a very attractive woman, both nervous, both semi-naked. She arched her neatly plucked eyebrow at them both. Most of the patients who were sent to her came individually.

"Yes?"

There was no privacy. The queue at the wide entrance could all see and hear everything that went on inside her consulting room. The internal walls were all made of thin glass. Kimiko usually saw three or four patients at once.

Aside from her desk and chair, there were two gynecological beds with stirrups on which two patients were already positioned with their ankles up in the air.

There was a third bed covered in plastic sheeting which was empty. This was where Kimiko handled any births naturally, without any nonsense such as epidurals, blocks, analgesics or even aspirins.

There was also a dentist's chair. Toothache was a common complaint amongst the prisoners. But it was suspected that many of them used the pretence of oral pain to try and skive off work. Hence all such prisoners were first referred to a camp nurse like Kimiko who would decide if they needed to visit the proper Dental Practice.

Finally, in the tiled corner of the large room was a toilet in full view of everybody, plus a bidet and a handheld shower attachment.

The man presented his 'note' for her. Every patient brought a sealed note. It had to be signed by a warden or guard giving permission for the bearer to miss an hour or two of work for medical purposes and listing any symptoms.

Kimiko opened the note and stared at his naked groin. The young man had a guiche piercing locking everything down. There was also the merest shadow of some regrown pubic bristles.

"I have a rash, Nurse."

"So?"

Unusually, his note had been signed by three different guards. Apparently, all three were making regular use of the woman, singly and together. Furthermore, they felt she might be 'unclean'.

"You?"

The gorgeous brunette bit her sexy lower lip nervously. "I think I have ... thrush, Miss. We were told to report to you together, in case it's both our faults."

"I see. And you two are related?"

"Yes Nurse. Married 3 years, sentenced 5 months ago."

"Why are you still having physical contact with each other?"

"The Warden, Miss. He initiated us for our first two weeks. Then he decided it would be best if we continue to serve our time side by side."

Kimiko didn't react. She didn't know Colonel Sykes well but she knew of his reputation and tastes.

She took a set of master-keys from her pocket and unlocked the man's steel padlock. His scrotum was visibly swollen. His cockhead was bright scarlet and covered in small spots with signs of pus.

"You two have had sex?"

"No, Nurse. Well, except oral."

"Oral is sex." She snapped, jerking her chin towards his groin. "Does it itch?"

"Yes, Nurse, terribly."

Kimiko smiled for the first time.

"You?"

The woman spread her feet apart and laced her fingers behind her head. She had a splendid figure with wide hips, a narrow waist and firm breasts. It was no wonder that three different guards had decided to make regular use of her curves and holes.

Kimiko snapped on some latex gloves and had a ferret around the woman's vulva. Yes, it was clearly irritated and there was some vaginal discharge.

"You have both given it to each other. I assume you've kissed your wife's vagina?"

"Yes, Nurse. Many times. Her boyfriends insist I clean her up between uses. They said if she's unclean that it must be my fault."

Kimiko nodded. "Indeed it is. Those poor men. I will ensure the three of them get prescriptions and cream immediately. We can't have them suffering. So they can't fuck you again until I give the all clear."

"Yes, Nurse."

They both looked at her expectantly.

Kimiko nodded at the woman next in line. She was a pretty blonde wearing a Resort hostess uniform.

"Er ... what about us, Nurse?" the young man mumbled.

"What about you?"

"Can we have something for the condition too, please Nurse?"

Kimiko stared at their inflamed genitals. In 48-72 hours the itching and discharge would become much more unpleasant. But the main thing was to cure the guards first. Provided they took a break from fucking the woman, treatment of the prisoners could wait.

"Come back in three days."

"B ... but ..." they both frowned in concern.

She snapped his padlock shut and slapped his face. "Out!"

The couple trudged out of the clinic and back to work.

 

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