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Number Four
First night
She carried herself with a pride and grace he wasn’t used to. Women who came here weren’t supposed to be like that. He came across plenty of women on the job and no woman before her had come even close to having such an impact on him. And this is before taking into account her beauty, her amazing breathtaking beauty. Just her beauty alone would have been enough to make the toughest of guards lose their cool. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. The first time he heard her mentioned he had no reason to think she would be any different than the rest.
- The girls in cells two and six have been transferred out, ten is still empty and we have a new one in four. A pretty one.
Ollie, one of his two guard assistants gave him the roster update for the evening as was the routine at the start of every shift. His only reaction to this was to refill his big coffee cup in anticipation of the first cup he just downed to take effect.
He had only taken the night shift because he wanted the promotion that came with running his own team. In spite of his long military career he wasn’t in any way prepared for how rough it would be for him to always be up at night, all night and every night. Not to mention how rough it had been on his wife and kids. Even though he met them every day, which is far from what can be expected for a man with a military career, it pained him always to have to leave them alone in that big house every night after he’d put them to sleep. Not feeling his wife’s warmth against his when sleeping was a sacrifice he was not happy about. But he was first and foremost a committed and dutiful soldier and now it was time to put all those thoughts aside and get the job done.
- Ok, boys. Let’s take the new one first. We all know how introductions can get messy and be stressful. I don’t think we have any reason to expect any trouble from any of the others.
- Yea, Sir.
Ollie’s answer was everything but the snappy military salute he was entitled to, but he had never been diligent about observing military greeting protocols when he was in charge. Above all it was far too late in the night to make an issue of it, so as always when it was just them, he let it slide.
As all the new prisoners she came delivered to the cell naked, hands tied behind her back and with a tight plain, leather hood over her head. The filthy mattress she was on was covered in old blood stains and various bodily fluids that where hard to identify. Although she was lying down her body was far too rigid for her to be asleep. He could see the muscles play under the skin of her well toned back. He didn’t think he ever would get used to the stench that reached his nostrils, each time he entered the first cell for the night. Like a praying mantis she twitched around, trying to sit up on the mattress, as if to see who was entering. But the hood was devoid of any orifice, preventing her from seeing anything. The one naked light bulb above casting shadows down her body and over the filthy concrete floor. Just like in a horror movie, but this time he was the monster. He noticed that her slim and athletic body was completely devoid of bruises, which meant that she hadn’t been interrogated yet. This was apparently her first encounter with the forces of justice here at the facility. “I hope she won’t struggle too much”, he thought to himself.
A big part of the fun of this was to see the expression of terror on his victims face and hear their begging and whimpering. The hood prevented this, which was a shame. But this first day at the facility the new inmates had a bad tendency to sometimes be aggressive and angry rather than in fear. Just for peace of mind, he liked keeping it on until the second day
He thought he might as well start with the introductions and nodded to Ollie. Ollie took aim and brought down his truncheon hard on her well toned beautifully sun tanned thigh. She didn’t scream or move out of position. Her only reaction was to start trembling. It was as if she knew there was no point in trying to pull away. As if she knew she was between four closed walls and she knew that there was no escape from him or his two assistants. He started slowly and deliberately stressing every syllable.
- While you’re here at this facility, I’ll be the best friend you could possibly hope for. I don’t care why you are here and I am not your interrogator. My job is to make sure that your nights here are as uncomfortable as possible. If you cooperate you might even enjoy yourself. Stand up!
It took a while for her to struggle to her feet. And once she was up his two assistants grabbed her and forced her to bend over the trestle in the room. He inspected her gorgeous body. It was completely devoid of even the slightest visible flaw. “That ass was perfect”, he thought and grinned to himself. He took out his cock and wanked it hard while smearing lube around and in her ass. He laughed out,
- To us, you are nothing but a hole to fuck and you will willingly subject yourself to any punishment or torture any of my boys feel like.
There was no answer or reaction from inside the leather hood. He pushed his fat cock up her rectum with a powerful thrust, and this time she screamed out in pain. All though significantly muffled by the hood it still cut through his soul and warmed his heart. This was just the reaction he had been aiming for. She did everything she could to break free of his men’s grip, but they had her in a firm grip. He kept going with thrust after thrust and her sobbing and screaming was music to his ears. When he was done he slapped her bottom
- You where a very good girl tonight. I’m proud of you. If you’re a lucky girl I might let you have some more of my cock tomorrow. But now it’s time to share the joys of your tight little ass.
His two assistants now took turns on her, mercilessly fucking both her holes. When they were done they let her drop to the mattress with a thump. Her chest was heaving and he could hear her panting as they left her alone in the dark, marching on to the next cell to continue their rounds. There was something about the woman in cell number four that disturbed him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it. But he tried to get her out of his mind and got busy with torturing the other women on the cell-block. He did have a job to do, and did not have the time to have his mind lingering on specific inmates.
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