Break of A Lifetime -Part Ten

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Break of a lifetime part 10
by Goodgulf
#1777
awatcher123Sep 6, 2015
Part 10 - Selected for Punishment Night

They were leaving the dinning hall when a pair of COs stopped them. Both girls thought they would have to put their mouths to work again, only to be told that their names were already on report.
"What? But I... Who put it there?" Jane asked before she realised that it was a meaningless question. She wanted to know if the CO had back stabbed her, but she didn't even know the name of the guy whose dick she had sucked.
"It didn't say."
The pair were escorted to a barred cell, the first real jail they had seen here, and left there. There was a concrete bench, a toilet, a roll of TP, and nothing to occupy their minds.
"I can't believe this," Trish moaned. "After what I did I'm still on the list? How could she did it?"
"Maybe it was a different CO?" Jane suggested.
"I practically got a hairball," Trish complained. "All because I had to do it. Just like I had do that stuff with Cassandra. It was worse than with that drunk girl."
Jane considered an old saying, about once being an accident, twice being coincidence, and three times...
"Um, I'm not judging. We're in a women's prison and everything and I'm not judging anyone," Jane began.
"But for a completely straight girl, and I'm not saying you aren't one, but for a straight girl you get into a lot of situations where you end up having sex with a girl."
"I'm not bi," Trish shot back. "I don't care what anyone says, I'm not even the least bit attracted to girls."
"Uh huh," Jane said. "And when we're together..."
"Don't take this the wrong way," Trish said. "But you don't have the boobs you'd need to attract a girl. You look okay from behind, but your front's too much like a boy's. Up top, not down there. But I wouldn't know because I'm not bi."
With that point settled, they switched to the only thing they had to talk about.
"Jane? Do you think they'll really strap us?"
"You've seen the red bottoms," Jane answered. "They had to get red somehow."
"Damn. Do you think we'll have a safe word?"
"Do you?" Jane countered.
"Um, no," Trish admitted.
With that settled, they didn't have much to talk about. Both Jane and Trish made feeble attempts at smalltalk, but it went nowhere. Both girls were too focused on what was to come to talk about lesser subjects.
Jane couldn't help picturing herself tightly bound to one of those devices. Laying, helpless, naked from the waist down, completely at the mercy of whoever held the strap. Not that she had any illusion of mercy. Every breakfast had seen girls in short nightgowns and thongs sporting marks on their backsides, far too many marked backsides to hope to be spared.
It hit her that tomorrow she would be one of the girls showing marks on her bottom and thighs, and no one would even notice it. She would just be another face in the crowd, with the same clothes, hair, and marked bottom as the other girls.

It seemed an eternity later before anyone came to check on them. When it happened, it was the head CO.
"Listen up inmates, you have a choice," Ferguson said as she opened the cell door.
"Okay," Trish said. "If I have to I'll eat you out."
"What? Look, this isn't a prison exploitation movie," Ferguson snapped. "No one is secretly lust after your little snatch. And there isn't a shower scene coming up."
"Chill," Trish said. "I thought you meant..."

"Now back to your choice," Ferguson said, ignoring Trish. "When it's your turn you can walk into the room, take off your skirt, and get on the frame. That's choice one, and that' the one you want to make."
"It is?" Jane asked.
"It's better than choice two. Choice two is you get stripped now and we drag you in there naked. You collect a few extra bruises that way," Ferguson told them. "Either way, you go over that frame."
"Um, choice one?" Jane suggested.
"Yeah, I think choice one," Trish agreed.
"Smart choice," Ferguson agreed.
Ferguson led them from the cell to a room where about a dozen miscible looking inmates waited with a few COs. At a nod of Ferguson's head, the other COs got the prisoners moving.
Jane's throat went dry as she entered that auditorium for the second time. Last time she was there with a slightly wacky bureaucrat, this time she was with a line of inmates who were going to be starring on Punishment Night. Bright lights were shining down on the frames, blocking Jane's view of the seats. While she couldn't see past the glare, she could hear enough to know that some of those seats were full.
Someone called that another line was being set up. Jane winced at that voice. Not only was it male, but it drove home that Jane, Trish, and the rest on the inmates with them weren't special. They might be part of Punishment Night, but the entire group of inmates were just one part of the night's activities. Jane had no idea how many women would be stretched over those frames tonight. Somehow that fact belittled her, making her less a victim and more just a clog in a machine.