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LIMERICUS
After her ordeal in the shower block, Barb was marched back to the dormitory along with her companions. The Barrack Leader, a formidable looking woman by the name of Lexie Glock introduced herself, and in a distinctly threatening and unpleasant tone read Barb a list of does and don`ts, before giving her a close up of the plaited `starter` which was attached to the belt spanning her waist, adding a warning that she would love to find an excuse to use it on Barb`s bare backside.
In fact, she had Barb bend over and grab her ankles, which caused the obscenely short dress to rise up and expose the target area, Barb gritted her teeth in bitter anticipation, but Lexie only took the opportunity to fondle the exposed flesh and lightly run two fingers over the damp, puffy labia and grinning, before allowing her to rise.
Shortly afterwards, two prisoners from the Kitchen detail arrived carrying canteens carrying the evening meals , which although simple, were wholesome and perfectly edible.
Barb was also surprised at the sleeping arrangements, the dormitory was spotlessly clean, each prisoner had a basic, but reasonably comfortable matrass on a solid, if spartan iron bedframe, with a single pillow and blanket. In a foot locker at the base of the bed, there was room for a spare blanket, mug, brush, comb and toothbrush. She had to admit that the Prison Farm was actually quite well run, if the sadistic cruelty could be ignored.
She was also wary that the Barack Leader had absolute authority in the dormitory, and that the prisoners fell into two distinct categories, the tough, dominant streetwise women, and the more refined and nervous white collar types, of which she had to reluctantly admit she was one.
On her admission to Hicks, it had soon become apparent to Barb, that if she adopted her customary aggressive, feisty attitude here, she would be eaten alive, her early encounters with those in authority had quickly confirmed that fact to her.
Her immediate worry however, was being in this dormitory, where she was sure at least fifty per cent of the prisoners were tough, butch and wanted to either hurt her, abuse her sexually, or a combination of both.
Although she only slept fitfully, her imagination fuelled with lurid fears, nothing untoward happened, which, when she reflected on it, brought the chilling thought that she had only been left unharmed because she was `reserved` for Molly Smith, Gretchen Kramer or Joan Tree, or probably all three.
Why had she signed the letter of resignation and the six or eight postcards? That was a mistake, but Gretchen Kramer sending electricity coursing through her genitalia, was impossible to resist. How would they use them? Did they intended to keep her here indefinitely, or somehow make her
disappear? She told herself it was imperative that she tried to find a way of escape, but not before she had chance to familiarise herself much more with the set up and physical lay out of the Farm, but the nagging doubt tormented her, how on earth could she escape dressed in this obscenely short dress with no money, credit cards or even underwear.
Morning wake up call came only too soon, and after a simple but nutritious breakfast, Barb and the rest of her Barack were marched out on work detail by Lexie Glock to the livestock are, which apparently was their responsibility this week.
There ,Sergeant Smith awaited them, and proceeded to allocate the various duties, until only Barb remained without a task.
AH, yes, Moore, today you will be the `Shit Girl`, mucking out the animals, starting with the pigs. So get your nice new dress off and hand it to me. You don`t want to get it covered in pig shit, now, do you?
TBC.
In fact, she had Barb bend over and grab her ankles, which caused the obscenely short dress to rise up and expose the target area, Barb gritted her teeth in bitter anticipation, but Lexie only took the opportunity to fondle the exposed flesh and lightly run two fingers over the damp, puffy labia and grinning, before allowing her to rise.
Shortly afterwards, two prisoners from the Kitchen detail arrived carrying canteens carrying the evening meals , which although simple, were wholesome and perfectly edible.
Barb was also surprised at the sleeping arrangements, the dormitory was spotlessly clean, each prisoner had a basic, but reasonably comfortable matrass on a solid, if spartan iron bedframe, with a single pillow and blanket. In a foot locker at the base of the bed, there was room for a spare blanket, mug, brush, comb and toothbrush. She had to admit that the Prison Farm was actually quite well run, if the sadistic cruelty could be ignored.
She was also wary that the Barack Leader had absolute authority in the dormitory, and that the prisoners fell into two distinct categories, the tough, dominant streetwise women, and the more refined and nervous white collar types, of which she had to reluctantly admit she was one.
On her admission to Hicks, it had soon become apparent to Barb, that if she adopted her customary aggressive, feisty attitude here, she would be eaten alive, her early encounters with those in authority had quickly confirmed that fact to her.
Her immediate worry however, was being in this dormitory, where she was sure at least fifty per cent of the prisoners were tough, butch and wanted to either hurt her, abuse her sexually, or a combination of both.
Although she only slept fitfully, her imagination fuelled with lurid fears, nothing untoward happened, which, when she reflected on it, brought the chilling thought that she had only been left unharmed because she was `reserved` for Molly Smith, Gretchen Kramer or Joan Tree, or probably all three.
Why had she signed the letter of resignation and the six or eight postcards? That was a mistake, but Gretchen Kramer sending electricity coursing through her genitalia, was impossible to resist. How would they use them? Did they intended to keep her here indefinitely, or somehow make her
disappear? She told herself it was imperative that she tried to find a way of escape, but not before she had chance to familiarise herself much more with the set up and physical lay out of the Farm, but the nagging doubt tormented her, how on earth could she escape dressed in this obscenely short dress with no money, credit cards or even underwear.
Morning wake up call came only too soon, and after a simple but nutritious breakfast, Barb and the rest of her Barack were marched out on work detail by Lexie Glock to the livestock are, which apparently was their responsibility this week.
There ,Sergeant Smith awaited them, and proceeded to allocate the various duties, until only Barb remained without a task.
AH, yes, Moore, today you will be the `Shit Girl`, mucking out the animals, starting with the pigs. So get your nice new dress off and hand it to me. You don`t want to get it covered in pig shit, now, do you?
TBC.
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