PENAL COLONY NINE (Velvetglove)

(BOOK SEVEN: THE PILLORY)

 

EXTRACT 1

 

 

"Bulls-eye!"

Groups of guards were having competitions, like at a bowling alley, but throwing missiles instead of balls at the women. They scored points per hit. The cute female prisoners had o-gags that stretched their jaws, preventing them from closing their mouths.

Splaaaattt!

A soft-boiled egg landed smack-bang between one woman's lips, spreading yolk and white everywhere, inside and outside her mouth. A loud laugh and cheer rose up from one of the competing teams.

The woman was still partly-dressed and her large tits danced as her body swayed in the pillory, trying to dodge the missiles. Her name and details were written on a chalkboard above the score; 'Don's Dungbungers' were currently leading 'The Yolks on You' by 12 points to 9.

The board said the woman's name was Virginia, aged 25, serving State's Pleasure, 5' 6" tall, 34E - 22 - 33, 'arrived today'. She was a brand new arrival, literally unloaded off the hovercraft a couple of hours earlier.

Photos and details of every new prisoner were circulated on PC9's private intranet before the hovercraft even landed. This gave each officer, guard and volunteer the opportunity to stake a claim and 'renew acquaintance' with somebody from their past. Many new prisoners escaped this embarrassment but Virginia hadn't been so fortunate.

A 23yr old female guard named Kayla spotted her. Kayla had only been on the island a few days herself. But she'd already learned the intranet routine and was both shocked and delighted to be able to click on the 'Looks Familiar!" icon when Virginia's mug-shot appeared on her screen. Now Kayla was helping the new prisoner's 5ft 6 inches body dance and sway in the breeze. Well, as much as the leg-spreader allowed.

Giggling, Kayla ducked out of the way as a piece of wet dung missed the pillory by inches. The missiles were all-sorts; mostly putrid vegetables and fruit, or paper water-bombs full of liquids, curdled milk and rotten eggs, mud and cowpats.

Kayla laughed and flicked the bamboo across Virginia's perfect, pale buttocks. She'd barely made a mark on them so far. The bamboo was light and she could hardly bring herself to harm such a pretty ass. But she knew the time would come of course. And soon.

Until the previous day, young Ms. Virginia Fortescue was a fast-track solicitor who'd already made Junior Partner at the legal firm where Kayla had worked as a temporary receptionist for a while. It wasn't that they hadn't got on. They'd never really spoken. And that was Kayla's problem. She had a chip on her shoulder about snooty bitches.

Virginia was still wearing her smart leather shoes although one of the heels had snapped clean off so she was forced to hop unevenly. Her black stockings were laddered in several places. Kayla had raised the hem of Virginia's office skirt and tucked it above her waist, revealing her thong underwear. The triangle of black lace at the front hid the solicitor's pubic mound but the thin strip between her gym-toned buttocks did nothing to protect her cheeks from the bamboo.

Kayla smiled just as a foul cabbage smacked the wooden pillory by the prisoner's ear and sprayed fetid foliage everywhere. She heard the sound of gagging and retching and held up her hand to signal a time-out.

The teams had a break to take on more booze while Kayla walked round the front of the pillory and peered at Virginia's face. It was hysterical. A modern-art splatter of yellows and whites, greens and reds, burgundies and browns. Earlier, the solicitor's expensively-cut brown hair had been tangled and tied into a topknot that was nailed to the wood, forcing her to keep her face raised. Now her swan-neck, brown eyes, proud features, full lips and even her hands were all smeared with filth.

Her cream silk blouse hung open. Kayla had undone it as soon as Virginia was fixed into the pillory. A quick slice of her knife allowed her to pull the under-wired E-cups apart, whilst leaving the bra straps on. Her tits fell out like melons. Virginia turned out to be one of those women with surprisingly large breasts. Dressed in her office clothes, they passed largely unnoticed.

But exposed, Kayla realized just how full and plump and round they were. They were milky white apart from raspberry areola and a couple of bluish veins. Like all other well-endowed female prisoners, Virginia wouldn't enjoy the Colony's burlap sack-tops and braless regime. Within a few years her udders would turn into two sacks of stretch marks. Not that it mattered. The guards always had a plentiful supply of younger meat.

Her silk blouse, bra-cups and fleshy tits were spattered in a rainbow of filth. So was the string of expensive pearls around her neck and her pearl-earrings. Kayla was slightly surprised they'd survived the journey but, then again, pearl jewelry was out of fashion now.

Kayla wiped both of Virginia's eyes clean with her thumb and grinned.

"How are you doing, boss?"

"Uuhgh ... euh ..." Virginia mumbled through the remaining egg still wedged in her nostrils and gag.

She brushed the solicitor's disheveled hair away from her ears. Kayla was surprised to find a lovely diamond-stud gleaming in the helix, at the top of her right ear. She shrugged, undid the butterfly at the back and pulled out the stud.

"Thanks. You won't be needing this."

"Uuhhgh ... euuuh ..."

"Or these."

She removed the pearl earrings from Virginia's lobes and pocketed them both as well. They'd still fetch something. Then she slid her fingers around Virginia's pearl necklace.

"Ooooogh."

Virginia moved her stretched lips in a 'no' and shook her head as far as she was able to in the pillory.

"What's that? You like these pearls? Sentimental value, huh? Present from a boy?"

"Ooo."

"From your parents then?"

"Eeygh."

Kayla smiled. "A gift from mummy and daddy, heh? How sweet."

With a twist of her wrist, she snapped the string and removed the necklace. Several pearls cascaded onto the muddy ground.

"Whoops."

Kayla carefully trod the fallen pearls into the mud and pocketed the rest.

"Ooooogh." Virginia grimaced, crying, whining helplessly.

Kayla laughed and seized one of her nipples. She stretched it out as far as she could producing yet more gagged distress from her victim.

She showed her the yellowed bamboo and pushed her face inches from Virginia's nostrils.

"Listen to me, bitch. You're mine. For the next three months. Today is just a Party. After this is over, that's when the fun really begins."

 

EXTRACT 2

 

 

"Staying at the Resort?"

Hazel smiled at the young man sat in 8b. He was a handsome black kid who'd spent most of the flight merely staring out of the window.

He looked at her and seemed to hesitate, as if deciding how much to say.

"No. I'm being put up by a relative. You?"

"Oh, I'm staying at the Resort. Can't wait."

His eyes studied her. "Can't wait?"

"It's a special invitation." She answered. "I'm taking revenge on a couple who were sent here a month or so ago."

"Revenge? What'd they do?"

Hazel smiled, squirming a little in her seat. Her screen said there were only 8 minutes until landing. She felt warm between her thighs.

"Oh, not much really. They lived next door to me. You know how neighbors can sometimes be annoying." She shrugged. "So I fucked them."

"Hum, I see. So wasn't that your revenge?"

Hazel frowned. Was this kid some kind of goody-goody? Of all the fucking seats on the plane they'd sat her next to some preacher.

"Of course not. My revenge has hardly started."

 

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