CHAPTER 9
Eloise was awoken from a deep sleep by a soft light filling her cell. She opened
her eyes and was shocked to see a candle burning at the cell door. Even more
amazing was the presence of Sara standing over her.
"Ellie, sweetie, I am so sorry this is happening to you," the sweet girl who had
been her friend said to her softly.
"But Sara, it can't be, you're dead, that's what they said at my trial," Eloise
said frightfully.
"It was close, but the doctors saved my life. And as a judge, my father was
especially cruel to you. I am sorry you had to go through this but I have
arranged for him to end your sentence."
"Oh thank God! I just knew my prayers would be answered," Eloise said as she
felt her friend unlock her wrists from the bed frame. She rubbed the circulation
back into them, a privilege not usually allowed by the sadistic guards. Her
ankles were also released and, for the first time in the 13 months of her
sentence, she was free without the presence of a guard.
"Here," Sara said, handing her a duffel bag. Eloise unzipped the bag and tears
came to her hardened eyes as she saw clothes filling the bag. She pulled out a
soft sweatshirt and held it close to her body, her first covering in over a
year. She quickly pulled it over her head and down to her waist. She then pulled
out a pair of jeans, which she recognized as the pants she had worn during her
final free days. Though she had lost a lot of weight during her time in the
camp, the jeans were a welcome cover to her pussy and ass that had been bare for
so long.
She then sat on her bunk and pulled on two pairs of knee socks, the higher and
thicker the better, she thought, after all of the trial with bare feet. She then
pulled on her hiking boots that Sara had thoughtfully packed.
The two girls walked hand in hand out of the cell. As she passed, the cell door
slammed shut and--------
SLAM! "OK BITCH, WAKE THE FUCK UP!"
Eloise woke with a start. Se was nude again, her soft clothes gone, the
candlelight was a memory and there was no Sara. Only the very loud and obnoxious
guard, a Corporal Betty, who hated Eloise for everything she stood for. No
matter how many mornings the guards woke her in this fashion, she would never
get used to the jarring wakening.
It was still pitch dark in her cell as the guards worked to get her wrists and
ankles free. Within seconds she was standing in her cell, her bare feet on the
cold, hard concrete.
Betty pushed her towards the door and the nude prisoner walked out to begin
another miserable day of her existence. This was the absolute worst part...when
the outside door swung open and she was feasted upon by the biting wind.
One of the guards pushed the door open and she felt it. Even though she tried to
prepare herself for it, she was never ready. The wind came at her, attacking her
like the puppy that used to nip at her heels back home. Except this puppy yipped
at every part of her being, but concentrated especially on her breasts and
pussy, two area which were never meant for exposure.
She moved outside into the darkness, the only lights coming from a spotlight
that canvassed the perimeter of the camp.
"OK PRIVATE CUNT, STAND AT ATTENTION," Betty yelled in her face. This was
standard morning fare for the naked prisoner so she stood at attention, her
breasts thrust out, her legs shoulder width apart and her arms at her side. This
was difficult because every instinct in her body wanted to hold her arms over
her body and wrap herself in warmth. But she had learned, through 13 months of
discipline, that was not a good idea.
"OK PRIVATE, YOU HAVE A VERY IMPORTANT DUTY TODAY! YOU ARE GOING TO DIG US SOME
LATRINES! THE OTHER PRISONERS ARE TAKING TOO MUCH TIME DURING THE DAY GOING BACK
TO THE BARRICKS TO TAKE CARE OF THEIR BIOLOGICAL NEEDS AND THEY DO NOT HAVE THE
LUXURY OF GOING OUT HERE IN THE COURTYARD LIKE YOU!"
"Some luxury," Eloise thought...it was degrading and humiliating and just plain
awful! The other prisoners were lucky to have use of the bathroom facilities.
"SO, YOU ARE GOING TO DIG TWO 12-FOOT HOLES FOR THE LATRINES. THEN, YOU WILL
BUILD WALLS AND A ROOF OVER THEM SO THAT OUR GIRLS CAN DO THEIR BUSINESS IN
PRIVATE...UNLIKE SOME CUNTS, MOST OF OUR GIRLS PREFER PRIVACY WHEN DOING THOSE
THINGS. THIS SHOULD BE DONE IN FOUR DAYS CUNT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"
"Yes Maam," the prisoner replied meekly, understanding that was the response
required to avoid additional punishment.
"GOOD, NOW GET TO WORK!"
The naked girl walked over to where Corporal Betty had laid the shovel. She
tried to break the ground but it was completely frozen. She put every ounce of
her body into pushing the shovel in but she was only scratching the surface of
the dirt. Try as she might, the tip of the shovel would not break the surface.
The only other option would be to use her bare foot as leverage but she knew the
awful shooting pain that would send through her body on this frigid day.
WHISH! WHISH! Corporal Betty brought the whip down hard on her bare back twice,
causing her to jump. The pain was awful...she never got used to the whippings.
Of course she had been put on the punishment rack and been whipped to the point
of passing out, but she never got used to it.
"YOU'D BETTER DO BETTER THAN THAT PRIVATE OR YOU WILL BE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE."
Her back was particularly sensitive lately...after a bout with a special whip of
Sergeant Jenks making. She had put little slivers of metal up and down the whip,
causing the skin to break with every hit of the whip. She had bled terribly that
day and had earned three days of recuperation.
But there had been no warmth or compassion. The camp doctor refused to speak to
her, just coming in and dressing her wounds. She had been bound on her stomach
that time, her bare breasts mashed against the bed. She had been in terrible
pain, but there was nothing she could do. She slept some, shocked that she could
in all that agony. But day after day of indescribable labor had taken a terrible
toll on her body and she slept the sleep of the tortured.
After her body had recovered enough so that she was no longer in danger of
death, her routine continued again. The same had happened during her second
month at the camp. It had been bitter cold and she came down with a terrible
infection. She had a high fever and had collapsed during another silly task. At
first the guards thought she was faking but when she continued lying on the
snowy ground despite repeated kicks to the stomach, they called for the camp
doctor.
Again the doctor did her professional job without any kindness towards the
prisoner. She stayed close by while Eloise went in and out of
consciousness...giving her head compresses to bring the fever down. Finally, at
around 2 a.m. one morning, the fever broke and she was out of the woods.
Amazingly, two hours later, Eloise was awoken from her cell and her terrible
ordeal continued.
Back to the present and her latrine digging, the whip was just what it took to
get her moving. She used the sole of her bare foot, now more leathery than soft
but still sensitive, and slammed it down on the metal shovel. She stifled a
scream of pain as it shot through her but the shovel did go further into the
frozen ground. She continued in this fashion, using her bare foot as leverage to
push the shovel through into the dirt.
"OK PRIVATE, TWO MINUTE BREAK. GO OVER AND STAND BY THE BARRICKS."
This was the one concession they had made to the cold weather. Every two hours
she was allowed to stop working and stand under a warm air vent to try and stave
off the bitter cold. It did little good...she was still totally exposed to the
elements...there was no overhang and no walls around her, just a vent that
spewed a tiny flow of warm air. But, at least it was a break and warm air was
better than the frigid cold.
"OKAY PRIVATE...STOP LOAFING. BACK TO WORK."
Her first short break was over and the sun was yet to rise over the trees in the
East. She had already dug for two hours and there was a hole roughly 12 inches
deep and about two feet wide.
"OK CUNT...I DEMAND SIX FEET DEEP BEFORE THE LUNCH BREAK. GO TO IT PRIVATE!"
Eloise picked up the pace, digging with all of her might. She was so used to the
physical exertion that her mind could wander.
The dream about Sara had seemed so real to her last night. She wondered why she
hadn't thought of her former friend in so long. She was part of the reason why
Eloise was here now.
She and Sara had hit the town during her last night of freedom. That was the
night that she had faced off with Reg for the final time. The man had raped her
in the bathroom of a local nightclub. When Sara came in to answer her screams,
shots rang out. Sara was left lying in a pool of blood on the floor and Eloise
was left passed out, sperm running out of her pussy and a gun in her hand.
The courts had a very easy time with it. Obviously Eloise was fucking someone
that Sara knew well...maybe a boyfriend. When the young girl confronted Sara
about it, a fight ensued and Eloise shot her friend. Her lawyer had refused her
from testifying and she now knew why...the deck was stacked against her and he
didn't want to upset anyone. The judge was a friend of Sara's father, who blamed
Eloise for his daughter's death. And of course Reg was an agent, she had found
out, and had used his considerable clout to see that she was sent away.
And to add insult to injury, Eloise had not been issued a prison uniform. She
had been found basically nude, her clothes ripped to shreads, and she was kept
nude for the entire three months of incarceration and the trial. She had been so
humiliated the first time she had been forced to walk those long prison
hallways, her bare feet against the cold, hard floors, the other prisoners
harassing her with their nasty comment. Her hands had been cuffed behind her at
all times during her stay so she was never covered. Her cot had been stripped of
any blankets or sheets, a primer for getting her ready for prison.
The press had a field day with the nude prisoner and her picture had run in
every newspaper and television news program in the world. People thought she was
heinous and deserved it all for killing that poor, sweet girl.
A regular prison would not do...no, this punishment camp with its hard labor was
the only way. The judge thought this was too simple for the girl so he imposed
the total nudity and removal of all but the most basic needs. And there was also
the stringent rules that would assure everyone that she spend more than the
allotted three years at the camp...or maybe she would die.
But she didn't die. Despite exposure to the terrible weather extremes, she had
survived. She had taken their worst shots for 13 months and had survived...she
wondered what they planned next.
"OK CUNT...YOU'VE GOT TWO MORE MINUTES."
She put the shovel down and climbed out of the hole. Eloise felt the cold air
even more sharply when she was out of the hole and ran to the heat vent. The sky
was just starting to brighten on this winter morning...she guessed it was the
weekend because there were still no other prisoners in the yard. It was really
the only way she could tell.
On the weekdays, there would be several other prisoners in the yard, some
working and others heading to the kitchen. But on weekends, the meals were at
different times...just two, one at what would be brunch time at a civilized
place, and another at the regular dinner time.
"BREAK OVER CUNT!"
This was how she measured life...two hours increments followed by two-minute
breaks...that would continue until roughly 11 or noon when she would be
permitted scraps left over from the last meal. Then back to work in two-hour
increments.
By the time she was stopped for lunch, she had dug a six-foot hole. Even
Corporal Betty was impressed. The girl came out of the hole. Steam rose from her
body as her hot skin came into contact with the bitter cold. Out of the corner
of her eye she saw several other prisoners looking out of their windows,
watching the display. She wanted to turn and wave and smile but knew the
punishment that would bring.
"ATTENTION PRIVATE!" The nude prisoner stood at attention, breasts out and arms
at her side. "YOU ARE DOING SOMETHING COMPLETELY OUT OF THE ORDINARY...A RARE
GOOD JOB! YOU MUST KNOW A LOT ABOUT SHIT! YOU HAVE 10 MINUTES FOR LUNCH AND THEN
I WILL CALL YOU TO ATTENTION. I SUGGEST THAT IF YOU HAVE TO RELIVE ANY
BIOLOGICAL NEEDS, DO SO AT LUNCH. DO YOU UNDERSTAND CUNT?"
"YES Maam," she answered.
"DISMISSED."
The nude prisoner walked hurriedly towards the kitchen. There on the stoop was a
bowl of scraps left over from the morning brunch. She got the gristle from the
eggs and some of the burnt potatoes. Even two pieces of blackened toast made
it's way into the mix. She was permitted a glass of liquid, a mixture of hot
water with coffee grinds and orange juice. The first month she drank this, she
vomited. Now she just accepted it and greedily ate it quickly.
Then she realized that nature was calling. She had to pee. She went to her
assigned spot and squatted. Within seconds, pee was flowing out of her bare slit
and onto the ground. Soon a puddle had formed in front of her. She knelt down
and covered over her pee with the dirt, working to eliminate any remnants. If
the guard thought she did an inadequate job, she would be forced to eat it at
her next meal, dirt and all.
"TIME'S UP PRIVATE. ATTENTION! ARE YOU READY TO WORK?"
"Maam, yes maam."
"GOOD. I EXPECT ANOTHER SIX-FOOT HOLE DUG NEXT TO THE CURRENT ONE BY THE END OF
THE WORK DAY TODAY. IS THAT CLEAR?"
Inwardly she groaned, but said "Yes Maam." With that she got back to work.
