Chapter 1 - Imprisoned

 

The car pulled up at the prison gates, a warden came over to the police officer in the passenger seat. She checked the identity of the officer, and the occupants of my car, and we were allowed entry into the reception area of the prison.

I had better tell you how I happened to be driving into a women's prison. I was on a month's holiday following my divorce, not an acrimonious divorce, we had no children being too busy with our careers. We agreed to split our possessions fifty, fifty, so no problems there, but I loved her so much, and she was having an affair with her next promotional position.

We both had very good jobs, and were fast tracked to senior positions, mainly by ability, we were both very good at our jobs, but she had found out that the bedroom improved her prospects, and shortened the time needed to the next step up the ladder, which I did not like, hence, the divorce.

With my share of the proceeds, I decided to take a holiday to regain my prospective on life, and with half a million in the bank, I could afford to. The board also asked me to set up, and open a new office, in the Philippines, or that area if the Pacific.

I had decided to start my vacation there, to get a feel of the place before relaxing, properly.

Now half way around the world; and in a little known region in the Philippine area, and sparsely populated, being mainly jungle, and the stronghold of the freedom fighters, during the last revolution. I was to say the least, being cautious, when I travelled.

I had hired a car, and was on my way to another island in the area, it meant crossing the island I was staying on, and I was warned not to stop for anything. This was because, to get to the port for the boat, I had to go over the mountains, and through what was the terrorist country. It wasn't that dangerous these days, but I was advised that it was better to be safe, than sorry.

I was about half way on my way back from the island I had visited, when I spotted a car broken down by the road side. I was right in the middle of the terrorist region, and as I approached a female stepped out, and was waving me down.

She was wearing the uniform of the police, but still a lone female, in this area. I did what any gentleman would do, and I stopped, and wound down the window.

"Hello sir, is this your car?" she asked me.

"No, I have hired it, do you need any help?" I asked in reply.

I could see that she had broken down out in the middle of no-where, a trickle of water ran from under the bonnet of her car. I guessed it was a burst radiator. I couldn't leave a woman stranded here, even if I had been told in no uncertain terms not to stop for anything, or anyone. This was still a dangerous area to be stranded in. Not so much from the rebels now, but there are wild animals, in the jungle.

"Yes please, we have broken down, and need a lift to the next village, so that we can ring, for help," she said amiably.

Now there it was the 'we', I had only seen her, and when the others came out of the trees that straddled each side of the road, with one in handcuffs; I became nervous, very nervous.

A lone female is one thing, but four females, and one in handcuffs, is a totally different matter.

"Erm, tell you what, why don't I just go to the next village, and call in at the police station, and ask them to send help to you? I mean, the car isn't really big enough, for five, is it?" I asked, it wasn't, it was only a Vauxhall Astra so I was correct, because the others weren't small females.

"I can't allow that, we will fit in, I assure you, of that," she said firmly.

"No, I, well, if you insist, but it won't be very comfortable with three, in the back," I said trying to get out of the situation.

Three would fit in, but I didn't like the idea of carrying a prisoner, especially in this country. They wouldn't hesitate to shoot me if they found one of their gang members, in my car, assuming that was her crime, being part of a gang of drug dealers.

A tight squeeze I admit, especially seeing as both of the officers were rather on the plump side, but they all got in, the poor prisoner was squashed in the middle, facing my rear view mirror.

"Funny, I would have sworn that you wouldn't all fit in, but it's roomier than I thought, don't I know you?" I asked looking in the rear view mirror at the prisoner.

She looked like an escaped prisoner whose photo had been shown on the television, and with a warning that she was dangerous, and not to approach her.

"No, you don't, now can we go please, it is a tight squeeze in here, and I am being squashed," One of the plump officers replied.

"Sure, but I never forget a face, I, no, it was on the," I stopped; she had been reported missing, as I looked at the officer in the front seat, and her face changed from a smile, to a quizzical look.

"Can't you take a hint, fool?" she asked angrily.

That was when I felt the hard end of a pistol, "That is a thirty eight in your side, and it will make one hell of a mess of your intestines, very painful, and a slow death. Now do as you are told, and avoid a lot of pain and suffering, by driving," the officer behind me said firmly.

That was when the picture became clear, she was a reporter who had made a report about the corruption in the new government, and sited the old government as her source, which led to her trial, as a spy. Then when the heat was turned up by the American government, they were demanding her release, partly because she was, American. She somehow managed to escape. That was three days ago, the rumours were that she had been moved to a secret location, because she knew too much.

My mobile phone, via social media; was where I got my information about, the gossip.

I didn't have an option, with a thirty eight pointed at my gut; I decided my best option was to drive. I was following the directions they gave me. We went off the main road, little more than a dirt track, and onto a side road into the forest, this was a dirt track, and over grown with grass.

It was obvious to me that we were not going to the nearest town, as they had asked. We then onto an even less used dirt track, and it was taking us way, way out into the jungle and the wilds, of this island.

We went through another wooded area, then into an open area with the prison. I judged this from its design, the high walls, and the barbed wire on top. I spotted all of this as we dropped down the hill side, into the valley.

It had high walls topped with barbed wire, and look out posts at each corner, big double gates, with buildings inside it. It had to be an army barracks, or a prison, and a very secure prison.

We dropped down from the wooded area into the valley, and to the entrance; there was a twelve hundred yard clear area from the walls of the prison to the wooded area, with fields and crops growing in them.

I did see several inmates from their dress, working in the fields.

Once inside the main gates, we were in a fully enclosed area, I stopped the car as told to, and my front passenger got out. She held her gun, and it was still pointed it at me.

"Out," was all she said, as an order.

I got out of the car, and I was told to put my hands behind my back, another guard came over, and handcuffed me, and then the first guard opened the rear door. She let the passengers in the back seat out. They led the way, and my front passenger pushed me in the back, indicating that I should follow them.

"Look," I said nervously, "I have got you to the prison safely, why the handcuffs, I need to get back to my hotel, for dinner," I said still with a nervous edge.

"We have to decide what to do with you, now shut up, and walk," she said bluntly.

We went through a side door, and into the gate control area, inside the prison, and then through another locked door, to the reception area.

"Good afternoon, Shirley Conway, nice of you to join us," the receiving officer said, sarcastically, "We didn't like the way you reported the legal take over of the illegal regime that used to exist here. You had information, which you reported to the world that could only have come from spying. Your defamatory, and misinformation about the bloodless coup, means that you have been convicted of spying for the enemies, of the state. You have received a prison term of ninety nine years, hard labour. It was decided to be nice to you, for some ridiculous reason, and not to shoot you, as a spy. We do not like interfering, busy bodies.

Now, what have we here, you don't look very feminine, do you? This is after all a female prison, officer?" the officer on the reception, who turned out to be the governor of the prison asked, looking at me, and then asking the officer who had brought me in, the question.

"If I may speak with you in private, please, Governor?" the officer asked.

The governor agreed, and they left the area, returning after a few moments.

"Hum, difficult isn't it, we can't allow you to go to the international authorities, about Miss Conway, with details of her location, can we? This means that we can't set you free, which is very unfortunate, for you. We can't have you arrested, because that would mean that you would be allowed to speak to the British Consulate, before the trial. Once again, allowing you to make contact with outside authorities.

We do seem to have a problem as to what to do, with you, don't we? This is a woman's prison, as you probably realised, which means that we cannot keep you here, as you are.

Don't worry, they will never find you in here, but you will stand out like a sore thumb, hum difficult. Well as I see it we have no option, that envelope on the desk, is that about Tanya Eschecudia?" the governor asked.

"Yes Ma'am, I was about to give it to the officers to take back with them," the officer replied.

"Don't, she isn't dead yet, is she, Tanya?" she asked, looking directly at me.

"Also governor, this is a Colin Brown, we arrested him on conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, and aiding and abetting a convict to escape. Unfortunately for him it failed, and we were able to recapture the convict, Shirley Conway, and him, so he is a political prisoner, and the normal laws, do not apply," the officer said.

"No, that would put him in a male prison, and the ability to speak to the Consulate. No, he, well she as she now is, is much better in here, and in my hands," the governor said, too calmly.

I looked at her confused, "You what, I stopped to help them, and now I am a prisoner, what the hell is going on? I want to speak to the British High Commission, now," I demanded.

"All in good time Mr. Brown, what a common name that is, check his documents, to see if they are forged, he may be here as a mercenary, especially if he was trying to help, Miss Conway to escape. In that case you have no rights, none at all, under international law. Spies and mercenaries do not have rights, and we can shoot you, if we so wish," she said, and turned away.

She picked up the phone, and called for the assistant governor, we waited a moment or two, and then she arrived. She was a plump, short woman that seamed to roll into the reception area, her black hair tied back in a bun. Her plump round face showing no signs of compassion, just a sour faced look that left you cringing; she had no compassion, not one iota of mercy, just a brutal, vicious bully.

"Yes," she said coldly.

"We have an odd one here. We can't send him to another prison in case he opens his mouth, and he obviously isn't female, so what we shall do is, keep him, as her, Tanya. The woman that died yesterday of cancer, reopen her file, she is still alive, and this is her from now on, till I have had time to think, her sentence was for life, wasn't it?" the governor asked.

"Yes, Governor," the assistant governor, confirmed.

"Good that will give me time to think. As I see it, we have two choices; we keep him, or shoot him. If we shoot him then there will be another hunt for a missing British citizen, but if we keep him, there will be no body to find, or person, and our numbers will be as stated, and we can use him, Tanya won't mind us using her name, will she?" she said.

"Use him?" the reception officer asked.

"Yes, he can write home, and tell them what a fabulous time he is having, I will of course write the letter, but he will sign it. Then he can go to, oh, say America, and then the letters stop. He can disappear, in America, but not here, that would raise too many questions. We have had three unexplained deaths in the last two weeks, we could do without another one at this time, and by keeping Tanya alive, there were only two deaths, and the head count shows that," she said.

"You what; you bloated, twisted old fart, you'll never get away with this," I shouted angrily.

"That is one," she said to me, looking very stern,

"How old was Tanya, and how old is Mr. Brown?" she asked.

"Tanya was thirty three, and he is thirty four," she replied.

"Excellent, well Tanya, how does it feel to be reborn?" she asked me.

"Piss off, you," I started to say, and stopped as she punched me, bursting my nose and lip.

"The rules are very simple, you do as we say, there is no other rule, failure to do as we say results in, one, a warning, which I gave you earlier, then an enforced warning, which you have just had, then punishment, now do you wish to say anymore? I would love to put you in the cage, sun burn can be very sore, and so easy to get, in this climate, with your pink skin," she said nastily.

"Shall we process them, then ma'am?" the receiving officer asked.

"Yes process her," she said indicating Shirley, "But Tanya has been processed, she has just been out on a work detail, and returned, so we had better search them both, inside and out," she said smiling nastily.

We were taken through into the next room where the handcuffs were removed.

There was another guard there, with two more officers, one holding an automatic weapon.

"OK, strip," the officer commanded.

I looked around there was no-where to undress.

"I said strip, now do it," she ordered me, as Shirley started to remove her clothes.

"Where, there is no-where to get undressed?" I asked.

"Where you are standing, not shy are we, we are all women here, aren't we?" she asked, as the guards chuckled, trying to demean me.

"Erm, no, I am not a woman," I said.

"This is your last chance, strip Tanya, or we will strip you, now!" she shouted the last word.

I started to strip uneasily, this was not right, Shirley was already down to her bra and knickers, when the officer looked at her, and nodded, that she was to remove those, as well. She did, and they all looked at me waiting for me to be nude also. I took my underpants off and covered myself with my hands.

"You on the table," the officer said to me, I got on the table, and lay down on my back as indicated, still covering my dignity.

One of the other officers took an arm, and fastened it to the side of the table, then took the other. I struggled to maintain my dignity, but I lost the fight, as another officer came to help her.

Both arms fastened, they started with my hair, feeling through it, and combing it, ensuring nothing not even a nit, was hidden in it. Then they opened my mouth, and searched inside with a torch, and then they used the torch in my ears. They continued their search as they ran their hands down my body, under my arms down my legs, feeling all the time. It was or would have been quite sensual, under different circumstances, I was untied, and I got up.

One of the officers grabbed my arm, and pushed it up my back, bending me over the table face down, she wrapped a leg around my leg, nearest to her, and pulled, opening up my legs, and then I heard it, the sound of rubber snapping against flesh, and then I felt it, the cold rubber coated finger penetrating my rectum.

"Fuck off bitch," I yelled as she invaded my body, and after quite a good search, far more than necessary, I was pulled back by my arm, and chopped behind my knees, so that I knelt down. She was still holding onto my arm, and going down with me.

The one that had stuck her finger up my arse, now grabbed my hair and pulled back, opening my mouth, she used the middle finger of her rubber gloved hand to feel around my gums, and under my tongue, for a second time. Then they use a small torch and peered into my ears again, and up my nose, they did not miss one cavity.

"Next time you shout at us, or argue with an order, I will use the same finger for both internals, this time you were lucky. I used different fingers, next time, I won't," she said.

They let go of me, I fell to the floor, and stayed there unsure what to do, but watched as Shirley was led to the table for her examination.

I stood up, and watched, as they meticulously went through her hair, then her mouth, and felt all over her body, lifting each breast to check under it, and then on down to her vagina, the first internal, I had witnessed. She cringed as they probed, again too thoroughly, by again over doing the search to emphasise their power, and prolong her discomfort, then she again was bent over the table, and her rectum, was invaded, as well.

We were led to the showers where we showered together, and then once dried, we were given our clothes, a bra, a pair of knickers, and a short top to about half way down her thighs, mine was the same, except for the bra, and a pair of sandals, flat with a strap across the top.

We were then led to our cell, I was to share with her, and two other prisoners, till night time, and then I was put in solitary, they were afraid that I, might be raped, I think.

To what do I owe this pleasure, my ex-wife she was not into female domination, and wanted me back, but she knew I was and had organised this for me. Had I known then, perhaps I would have objected, I was not going back to her, but I was looking forward to the next few weeks, months, or even years.

I knew that they would not be kind to me, this was to be the real thing, the one thing I had always wanted, to happen, and it must have been in the planning stage for some time, long before I caught her with her next promotion, and decided enough, was enough.

That was when I realised that she hadn't cancelled it, because she wanted me, back.