Penal Colony - No Place for Pretty Girls

 

The economic collapse of 2024 devastated America.

Thousands of businesses failed and unemployment soared to levels not seen since the Great Depression. Congress, desperate to avoid a national bankruptcy, used a meat cleaver to cut costs. One of the first targets was the American prison system which was spending $50,000 a year per prisoner...a total of almost $100 billion a year.

Senator Teddy Callow of Illinois led the charge for reform. "We are creating criminals," he shouted to huge crowds, "and bankrupting ourselves in the process."

In 2025 he introduced a bill to replace all US prisons with self-governing, mixed-gender penal colonies. The idea ignited a firestorm of protest.

The ACLU called it, "simply barbaric;" the United Nations called it a kind of "genocide;" and Supreme Court Justice J. Walter Daley declared that, unquestionably, "It violates the Eight Amendment's provision against cruel and unusual punishment," then added that, "The law is simply despicable. The rape and torture of the weak will be commonplace once criminals are left to their own devices."

Senator Callow's response was equally blunt. "The Justice should take his head out of his ass and visit an American prison. What he's afraid MIGHT happen in the penal colonies is ALREADY happening in the prisons."

Congress passed the bill with a substantial majority in 2025.

The next year the newly created Penal Reform Authority (PRA) obtained 100-year leases on the Caribbean islands of Guadeloupe, Martinique, Dominica, and St. Lucia (a total area larger than Rhode Island) by promising to pay each resident $200,000 to relocate.

Over the next two years almost two million convicts were transported and 4,005 American prisons closed. Callow declared victory and announced his bid for the presidency.

Naturally there were a few glitches. One of the most publicized was the case of Madison Monroe, a nineteen-year-old college student who had been convicted of wholesale drug trafficking and sentenced to eight years in prison. As it turned out, she was innocent. Her ne'er-do-well boyfriend had hidden his drugs in her apartment without her knowledge. By the time this was discovered, however, she had already been transported to PC (Penal Colony) Dominica

Finding her proved to be a problem. As the PRA Director explained to the press, "Under the new system, exiles are free to live where they want on the islands and we don't have the funds to track them. We provide gate-keeping services and deliver basic supplies. We also maintain a 12-mile security perimeter with the Navy's help. If the American people want more, they should take it up with Congress."

One reporter wrote a scathing editorial predicting that the Monroe affair was only the first of many outrages to come. "We have sown the wind with this infamous law and we are about to reap the whirlwind." There was a spurt of public concern, but it died quickly. The most-popular bumper sticker in America was still "Good Riddance to Bad Trash."

 

The First and Second

 

Criminal Case No.: 3211

Location: Roseau, PC (Penal Colony) Dominica

 

Following is the transcript of a statement made by EP (Exiled Person) Jeanette Garcia (EP No. 245321) regarding the disappearance of EP Diane Davis Scott (EP No. 453443) on the night of 26-Feb-2026.

 

Begin statement:

My roommate was kidnapped last night.

I woke up to find her struggling with a large man who I didn't recognize. In the dark, I slipped down behind the bed and hid under a blanket.

Even though I could see everything, I couldn't help her. The man was big and incredibly strong.

He held her on her bed as he shoved a cloth, her discarded panties, into her mouth. She was clawing and kicking at him, screaming as best she could, but none of it seemed to have any effect. He pinned her on the ground then used a roll of duct tape to keep the gag inside.

She kept looking in my direction, pleading for help with her wide eyes. There was nothing I could do. Revealing myself would have simply given him another victim.

He pulled her to her feet and ripped off her t-shirt. It was a hot night and underneath she was naked.

He took her arms in his and held them together behind her back while he wrapped more tape around her wrists. He forced her arms tightly together and wrapped more tape around, just above the elbows.

Diane was fighting him all the time, still kicking out at him with her feet. I thought he was going to bind her ankles, instead he put her over his knee and gave her a terrible spanking. She squirmed and bucked, but it was no use. He had one leg over hers and he held her bound arms up in the air as he struck her bare skin. She was helpless.

It was horrible to watch. The pain...must have been excruciating. After a while, she stopped twisting and he let her slip down to the floor. She got slowly to her feet then turned towards him and sat face-to-face back down on his lap

He took his penis out of his pants and they had sex.

After, the man lifted her onto his shoulder and left through the window. I could see the moonlight shining off her bare ass as he ran along the harbor road and disappeared into the jungle.

End statement.

 

EP Garcia made this statement in my office at Harbor Dock, PC Dominica on 28-Feb-2026. At that meeting, she agreed to return the next day for further questioning.

She has not returned. I must conclude, therefore, that she is no longer willing to give her statement or that she is being prevented from doing so by another person(s). In either case, since I am prevented by law from entering the penal colony itself, there are no further avenues of investigation open and I hereby close this case until such time as new evidence is found.

 

Respectfully submitted:

 

_________________________________________

Peter Townsend, SCO and Warden of PC Dominica

 

Diane Davis Scott, a twenty-one year former waitress convicted of being an accessory in a robbery for driving the getaway car for her boyfriend, was the first woman to be abducted on PC Dominica. Her roommate, Jeanette Garcia, a twenty-four year old former medical student was the second. She wouldn't be the last.

 

Madison

 

Madison Monroe walked down the wire-enclosed gangplank into the damp processing center at PC Dominica. She was still seething about her wrongful conviction but desperately trying to hide it. Surviving in prison meant keeping a low profile. She had learned that the first day when one of the Amazons in her cell had yanked back her hair and told her to "stop whining." Apparently, everyone inside had been wrongly convicted.

Jail was a horror, but, taken as a whole, not nearly as bad as she'd expected. There were lots of girls her age inside and even though they were from different backgrounds, she got along. She had to. That was the other thing she learned--it was important to have friends. Even the dyke-matrons respected that. They practiced a kind of live-and-let-live approach towards the gangs that kept things relatively cool.

Surprisingly, the worst part of prison was the boredom. Overnight, she had gone from a vibrant college life to one where she spent fifteen hours a day with nothing to do. It was a living death for someone like her. Of course she also missed men, they all did. Men had swarmed her on campus, each trying to outdo the other for her attention. The prospect of spending the next eight years without their company was depressing to say the least.

Which was why, despite all the scary rumors, she was looking forward to life in a penal colony. According to the prison propaganda, she would have the freedom to move around here, to hang with the people she wanted to hang with, to work where she wanted, or to just lay on a beach all day. It was scary to be co-mingled with male criminals, but it couldn't be much worse.

She knew something was wrong as soon as she saw the line at the end of the walkway. It was the way the women were standing, the way they hung back and kept their eyes down. She knew the signs of trouble and her body tensed.

A male guard stood at the front passing each woman through the doorway. Every once in a while, he would take someone out of the line and order them through a different door. She couldn't see much from the back, but he seemed to be picking out the youngest and most attractive. No one said anything, this was prison where keeping your mouth shut was an art form.

What the fuck? She wondered. What was this about? Why were they being singled out?

When she reached the guard, he pointed at her then to a door on the side. She wanted to protest, to at least ask why, but after months of intimidation she just complied. Three guards were waiting on the other side.

"Hold out your wrists," one of them ordered.

Madison followed the order with sullen compliance, still confused.

"What's this about, sir?" she asked, affecting a kind of fearlessness that she didn't feel.

"No talking," he said.

The men cuffed her wrists behind her back then locked a pair on her ankles. They were connected by a short chain. She began to feel nervous. She had been chained like this to attend court, but never on the inside. This whole island was "the inside," wasn't it?

"Why the fancy cuffs?" she asked boldly, ignoring the order to be quiet. "I thought they didn't need cuffs here."

The guard didn't answer, he just nodded to one of the other men who grabbed her arms. The third man began to unbutton her shirt.

"What the fuck!" she yelled, trying to pull away,

The one holding her wrapped his free arm around her neck and began to squeeze. She panicked as her air was cut off. What's going on? The choke hold was forbidden in the federal system. A gray fog was beginning to appear at the edges of her vision. The second man used a pair of shears on her shirt then cut the straps on her prison-issue bra.

She was naked to the waist.

The man behind released her and she breathed as they each took an arm. The leader was standing back admiring her.

"We should get something extra for this one," he said. "She's a fucking looker, that's for sure."

One of them grunted a "yeah" in reply. She could hear the lust in his voice. Were they going to rape her now? Was that what this was about?

The leader walked away then came back carrying what looked like a strapless bikini top. He pushed it over her bare tits then reached behind and strapped it tight behind her back. She could hardly breathe. It was made of leather with shiny metal rings built into the tip of each cone. She could feel the cold metal moving against her nipples as he clipped a Y-split leash to each.

"Listen to me, bitch. This thing you're wearing is called a come-along. It has very sharp barbs embedded in the sides that will dig into your tits if it's pulled. Let me show you."

He pulled the leash to his right and her right breast exploded in pain. It felt as if someone was sticking a thousand sharp needles into her tit. Tears appeared in her eyes."

"STOP...PLEASE!" she screamed, twisting desperately in the direction of the leash. "PLEASE!"

He grinned and slowly moved his hand to the left.

"Okay, now that we have that straight...

"One of my men here is going to take you outside now and put you in a cart. You're going on a little trip. If you follow along like an obedient doggie, he won't pull on your leash. If not, he'll use the come-along and you'll follow anyway. Aside from a lot of pain, the difference is that if we see you're going to be a problem, he'll use the leash to tie you on your knees in the cart. The driver has the same instructions.

"Believe me, you don't want to take a bumpy trip hanging by those fine tits."

Madison shook the tears out of her eyes.

"I haven't done anything wrong. Why are you doing this?"

No answer.

"Can you at least tell me where I'm going? I thought people got to live where they wanted in the penal colonies."

"You aren't people, bitch," the man said, handing her leash to one of his men.

"You're nothing but property now, very valuable property, but still only livestock."

The man pulled the leash and another wave of stabbing pain passed through her breast.

She had no idea what he meant by calling her property, but this wasn't the time to argue. She followed the guard meekly outside to find three other girls in a small cart. One of them was gagged and kneeling. Her leash had been tied around the top beam. She was staring back at them wide-eyed, terrified, and...contrite.

"I'm afraid your trip is going to be a little noisy, Goldilocks. Terry here decided to give us some trouble. She'll make the trip on her knees.

"It will be a good lesson for all of you," he said.

He pushed her onto the bench and locked the leash to a bar that ran down the middle.

"Remember, no noise from you three or the driver will put you all on your knees like her."

He closed and locked the flaps and the cart pulled away with a sudden jerk.

Terry screamed into the gag as the come-along dug into her tits. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her head with the pain and she began to drool. Madison turned her head away and stared at the floor, trying desperately to escape the terror of the girl's suffering.