4.1 ~ Rimsha: One.

 

My thoughts were with Nadia as Haniya and I followed Noor out of the Governor's office and along the open air corridor. We turned left and headed away from the old fort, down a road that was made of compacted earth and sand. I could imagine that if the wind got up, the modern part of the prison estate would be a dusty place to live.

The shitstorm around myself and Nadia was caused by some extremely powerful people, way beyond the circles I moved in. I didn't blame Nadia for us being in prison, for I had broken several laws and knew the risks. However, Nadia fell into a carefully planned trap and I was being dragged down with her.

Her actions turned what might have been a year in a local prison to twenty years in a high security hellhole like Kiashakan. It was true that I had flouted Dubai law for some time, but I was below the radar until Nadia accepted the invitation to canoodle with a member of the ruling family. What had been a very lucrative business, turned to dust in a matter of hours.

"How long have you been a privileged girl Noor?" I asked the sprightly youngster who seemed full of energy.

"Not long. I've only been here a year."

"What do you have to do to win their trust?"

She grabbed her crotch. "What do you think?"

I nodded knowingly. "Where are we going?"

"The Generator house..." She lifted her arm and pointed at a building on our left. "We're here..."

There were two steps up to a pair of double doors. The moment she opened one, a deep thrumming sound filled the air. We entered an anteroom which had a bench either side and a door facing us. There were strange looking boots on the floor and several pairs of headphones on one of the benches. Stacked on the other bench was a pile of white garments that looked like cotton leotards.

Looking at the wall, I guessed there was thirty pegs, most of which had female maroon uniforms hanging from them. The far door opened and a male prison officer came through to meet Noor. He was carrying a thin, black, flexible stick.

"What have you brought me, Noor?"

"Two rookies for you, Sarge. This one is Rimsha and the other one is Haniya. I think these two are fitter than most of the lazy donkeys I normally bring you." She unclipped the cable from our collars and wound it around her hand.

He walked up to her and studied her face. "Are they as fit as you?"

"Maybe, Sir."

"I hope so. Generation was down six percent yesterday."

"You need to show them the ropes, Sir."

"Fair enough. Are you flying or do you want a spell on the wheel?"

She chuckled nervously. "Sorry, Sarge, I've got to get back to the Governor's office."

"You were one of my best girls. What have they got you doing now?"

"I've been transferred to transport," she relied.

"Donkey work?"

"Nah. I'm going to be in charge of two more newbies who came in with these two. I've got to go, Sir."

He saw Noor to the door, gave her ass a pat, then pointed at the stack of leotards. "You two, get changed into a body suit."

We were only wearing the loose shorts and singlet, so it only took us seconds to strip under the watchful eyes of the officer and hang our clothes on a hook. I picked up a leotard and discovered it wasn't going to cover my butt cheeks. It looked too small for me, so I went to look at the others.

Switt! "Owww!" I exclaimed, when the officer swatted my bare ass with his stick.

"They're all the same size, girl. Put it on."

The leotard was very tight. The upper part squashed my tits, while the gusset strap pulled tightly into the cleft of my labia and ass crack. "Okay, find a pair of shoes that fit."

We sat down and checked out the sizes of the heavy black trainers, the like of which I had never seen. After I had picked a pair and laced them, I stood up and found they were comfortable and gave my ankles good support.

"Grab a pair of headphones and follow me," he instructed us.

The guard opened the door and led us into the building which smelt like urine and sweat. The noise was constant and it was coming from a huge circular structure. It was stationery, but girls, wearing leotards, were literally running on a rotating disk as though they were the stylus needle on a vinyl record, on a turntable. The structure was divided into 24 segments. I knew that because each wedge-shaped cubicle was numbered, and we were facing numbers one and twenty-four.

Both cubicles were occupied by girls who were bent slightly forward because their gloved hands were holding a low bar. The officer approached cubicle number one and encouraged us to stand closer. The poor girl was drenched in sweat which was dripping from her transparent leotard. There were at least a dozen red stripes on her bare ass cheeks showing that the officer had been encouraging her with his stick.

He tapped her bobbing ass with his flexible stick, making her flinch. "She can't hear me because of her headphones," he shouted. "She's watching the timer in front of her. When it reaches zero, she can stand down for ten minutes. The other dial shows her efficiency level. At the moment it's showing eighty-two percent. If that drops below seventy-five, her collar will shock her. This red light will flash..." He tapped the light above the opening to the cubicle. "... and an alarm will sound in the control room."

She had two minutes to go so we waited until the dial reached Zero. The number on the readout turned to red and started at ten again. The girl lifted one foot onto a footrest, then the other. The solid footrests were to the sides of her running channel so didn't get in her way. The exhausted girl looked nervously at the officer then leant sideways and sucked on a teat which was attached to a hanging tube.

The guard spotted us staring at her bruised cheeks. "Some of these bitches need a little extra encouragement. There's energy drink in the tube so there's no excuse for slacking. All you have to do is suck and run. There's nothing complicated about working in the generator house. Come on." He led us around until he came to an empty booth. He pointed at me. "While you're in here today, your number is DX eighty-five." He touched the tattoo on my arm. "Give me your headphones and climb onto the footrests."

I handed them over, then stepped up into the booth. In the bent stance, there was just room for him to swat my ass with his thin flexible stick or stand on the same footrests behind me. After I fed my hands into the leather gloves, which were attached to the bar, he buckled the wrists, securing me in position.

"Eighty-five, there are sensors in your gloves and trainers that pass information to the computer. You get a meal break every two hours. Keep your effort high and you'll be rewarded with more rest time. As soon as you're wearing your headphones, I want you to step down onto the moving disk. When I press this button, your timer will start. By the way, the prison has its own radio station and that's what you'll be listening to." He reached up and placed the headphones on my head, then waited until I was jogging on the rolling disk before pushing the red button on the wall.

That was it. He left me to cope in my tiny new world. I was in another prison, for until he released my wrists, I was part of the human dynamo. The metal surface was studded so that the soles of my sneakers gripped it well. I was pleased to see that my efficiency level rose to 100% and stayed there during the first ten-minute spell.

The pace was comfortable, so I didn't envisage having a problem, even if I had to jog for four hours. Also. the leotard proved to be the perfect tightness for holding my tits still. Down below was another matter though. My ass was naked and the gusset strap pulled up into my cunt cleft and gently rubbed my clit as I jogged.

Unfortunately, because my hands were cuffed, I had to grin and bear the sensation. On the upside. 'Kiash Music Station', KMS. was a good listen, for the presenter was an inmate and played some good tunes.

I had just completed my fourth cycle when the officer appeared by my side. I was standing on the footrests which were about 30" apart, so my thighs were well parted. He looked at my dial which read 97% and put his thumb up, then he placed his hand on my naked ass cheeks and had a good feel before delving lower and playing with my labia lips. He mouthed 'Good girl', then moved on to check out the next girl.

On my next rest period, the officer stopped to check my dials and once again placed his hand on my butt. He went further though and slipped his fingers under the material and ran them down my ass crack until he reached my labia cleft. My body was slick with sweat and my pussy slick with arousal, due to the leotard strap constantly rubbing my clit.

He masturbated me for a few seconds, making my cunt even more sticky, then slipped two fingers into my salivating quim. I squirmed and pushed back on his fingers, signalling that he had found a submissive girl who reacted positively to being abused. In return, I hoped, he'd lay off whacking my ass if the going got tough.