PENAL COLONY NINE (Velvetglove)

(BOOK EIGHT: THE DOSSIER)

 

 

The legend of 'Penal Colony Nine' consists of 9 separate books of which this is the penultimate.

The Penal Colonies are based on the old Chinese system of Laogai camps where prisoners must be "utilized as productive forces, with submissiveness as the prerequisite. The system's fundamental policy is Hard Labour as a means, while Thought Reform is the aim".

So far we have glimpsed what it's like to arrive on the island as a prisoner ('Book One'), to work in one of its factories ('Book Two'), to host visitors to its Sex Resort ('Book Three'), to toil on its Farm ('Book Four'), to use its primitive facilities ('Book Five'), to be subject to the whims of individual guards ('Book Six') and to be the entertainment at its famous Pillory Parties ('Book Seven').

In Books Seven and Eight we not only learn more about life on Penal Colony Nine, but we get an insight into the State Orphanage system on the mainland, where some of the adult offspring of prisoners are 'repurposed'. The heiress of Andrew and Amy Carrington is one such example. Miranda is housed in State Orphanage 17 where she is being prepared for a less privileged life than her family previously anticipated.

 

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EXTRACT 1

 

 

Giles was lying on his front on the massage bed in his office.

The bed had a hole for his face and he was drooling with pleasure. A small puddle of saliva had collected on the floor below. Amy Carrington was kneading his bare feet and legs. She'd been massaging him for over two hours.

Giles never set a time limit on a good rubdown. He normally found some free hours in the afternoon, after his busy morning inspecting the Farm and a hearty lunch with his wife, before a sundowner and the evening appraisals. Like the agricultural seasons, there was a pleasurable rhythm to his life.

Amy Carrington had only come to his attention recently. He'd conducted her and her husband's appraisals. She was a fine piece of 37yr old ass; honey-blonde hair, full lips, strong arms and decent tits. Giles was faithful to his wife Yvonne. He never fucked the prisoners.

Amy was using her fingers to manipulate the knots in his old calves. He could feel his hard erection underneath him, agreeably rubbing against the bed. He rarely rushed his orgasm. There was usually only one, and the longer he waited the more satisfying it was.

"Mmm ... harder." He murmured.

"I'm s ... sorry sir."

Giles would have no truck with tiredness. A position as his masseuse was a privilege. It was up to the chosen woman to push through any exhaustion. Amy's buttocks bore the fresh marks of yesterday's incentive-caning under her sexy white therapist's costume.

Andrew, Amy's husband, was standing on sentry duty next to the desk, checking the CCTV screens. It was his job to keep an eye out for Yvonne in the corridor. Massage was fine, of course, but it wouldn't do for Yvonne to walk in during a 'happy ending'. It was a husband's role to ensure that Giles's wife was never embarrassed by such a thing.

At the same time, Andrew was on his fourth draft of a letter to Ray Prentice. Giles had rejected his first three attempts. Ray was the man in charge of State Orphanage #17, where Miranda Carrington was undergoing a type of finishing school. Andrew had fallen out with Mr. Prentice a few years earlier and it seemed almost too much of a coincidence that his daughter had been allocated to number 17.

"I've finished, sir." Andrew said.

Giles murmured a reply watching a string of drool descend to the floor.

"Read."

"Dear Mr. Prentice, Sir." Andrew began. "Firstly, my wife Amy and I would like to thank you from the bottom of our hearts for allowing Miranda to write to us. Parts of her letter were understandably redacted on security grounds but it was obvious to us how much care and attention you have been showing her."

Giles laughed. "Better so far. I like it."

"Amy and I are well aware that we brought Miranda up badly. We spoiled her and turned her into an entitled brat."

"Yes, that's perfect." Giles said. "Continue."

"She will undoubtedly require a heavy hand to bring her into line. Amy and I have learned a lot about the State Orphanage system during our own Education in the evenings and we welcome the opportunity Miranda's been given. It's obviously too late for us but she can still become a valuable member of the new, equal society."

Andrew's voice croaked with humiliation as he continued.

"Amy was a virgin when I married her which is just one of the many reasons I welcome my wife's extensive usage by others now. Clearly this outmoded and patriarchal concept is not suited to Miranda's future as the missus of a 'normal bloke'. Therefore we are thrilled that she is already undergoing a process to broaden her mind and we very much hope that you, Mr. Prentice, will find the time to include yourself amongst her teachers."

Giles grunted in approval. It would be time to roll over soon.

"We would like to finish by apologizing for our appalling lack of manners when we met you. Fortunately we are now learning the error of our ways and it is our fervent wish to be able to express our regret to you in person one day, should you ever visit this island.

Yours humbly and sincerely,

Andrew and Amy."

Giles sighed. He felt the letter was okay. Not perfect but adequate. With more time it might benefit from a fifth draft but he was ready to cum now. He clicked his fingers.

The couple immediately helped roll him over onto his back. Andrew lifted and Amy pulled. Giles's felt his erection slap against his stomach. He gave Andrew Carrington a lewd wink.

"Now read me your letter to your daughter."

 

EXTRACT 2

 

Bob Smith ran his fingers through his non-existent head of hair.

The dossier was shocking. Truly shocking. Worse than the Soviet gulags, the North Korean camps, revelations about the Uighurs detained in China.

In his own country! The evidence was clear-cut. Testimony and photos and even video of dreadful happenings on Penal Colony Nine. The same colony where an inspection report had confirmed that living conditions were civilized and sanitary, prisoners' food was plentiful and the various factories produced valuable exports.

But this #ROMEO Movement had bravely sourced material that contradicted everything he'd been led to believe. The incontestable fact was that his government was being lied to. And the team was split.

One on side was Zadie Wood's faction. Bob knew she counted Harold Jones, Michelle Singh and Zahra Chong in her camp.

On the righteous side was his party. Bob knew that Barbara Bassey, Maya Lee and Shirley Wilson would back him.

The unknown was General Mohammed Demir.

He closed the document. It had a photo on the cover; barbed wire and 4 scrabble letters that spelled out the title of the dossier. One word.

H E L P

He had no idea of the individual who'd delivered the package through his own letter box. Bob and his wife lived in what was known as the 'Red House', an egalitarian redbrick dwelling, at number 20 Integrity Row, in a residential street near the capital's military headquarters.

The evidence inside was mostly dated between 5 and 6 weeks ago. There was no time to lose. He had to strike now.

The doorbell rang. Bob looked up and quickly locked the dossier in the drawer of his desk. He walked to the front door and called out.

"Yes? Who is it?"

"Bob? Open up please. It's Mohammed Demir."

 

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