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LIMERICUS
Captain Gretchen Kramer was a fourth generation American of German origin, whose family had become successful despite having murky antecedents. In fact, her great grandparents had both been guards at Ravensbruck Concentration camp where they had been notorious for the cruelties they inflicted on the unfortunate women imprisoned there, but had managed to escape via Argentina before becoming US citizens.
Gretchen had studied some of the papers her great grand parents had left behind, and it was no coincidence that the Prison Farm was organised on Nazi lines, a very efficient and economic system which she had convinced Joan Tree to adopt as well as putting Gretchen in control.
The Prison was based on the barrack system, twenty or thirty women in each barrack with a barrack leader selected from among the prisoners given day to day control reporting to a designated staff member who in turn reported to Gretchen. This system had the benefits of reducing the number of permanent staff required and combined with a draconian disciplinary system proved to be very successful.
On a personal note Gretchen was an imposing physical specimen, a tall ,powerful typical example of Germanic womanhood with bisexual tastes although her position at Hicks gave her ample opportunity to exercise her preference for hurting and dominating young attractive women.
Now Gretchen looked at the five naked women displaying themselves for her approval, at one end there was the recidivist, Molly Smith, the tattooed and pierced specimen whose sadism had made her such an efficient block leader during her last incarceration. She would come in useful again, and while the three women in the middle of the line were of little interest, the brunette at the other end of the line certainly was. Gretchen stood in front of Barb and looked her up and down noting the toned, shapely body and the signs of arousal, and without warning, she clamped each of Barb`s nipples between a steely thumb and forefinger, Barb immediately lowered her arms and placed her hands gently on Gretchen`s wrists in token protest.
"Hands back on your head, girl." and before Barb could comply, she twisted the swollen tender nubs upwards and outwards, causing Barb to rise up on tiptoes and emit a pitiful mewling sound After a few seconds, Gretchen released her grip, leaving Barb, with tears trickling down her cheeks, to replace her hands, she had learned enough. Although she did inspect the reporter`s curvy buttocks which were beginning to show signs of the bruising caused by Marylou`s hard and heavy hand. Marylou was right, she would certainly have fun with this one, the only problem would be Warden Tree, who would no doubt want the woman herself.
"Sergeant, take these miserable specimens to Reception, get them booked in, then onto the Bath House for cleansing and issue their uniforms."
"Yes . ma`am, You lot pick up your baskets and follow me."
The five naked women followed the sergeant into Reception, where she noted their details and relieved them of their meagre belongings.
"Now to the Hydrotherapy Room ." she cackled and led them into a large tiled room fitted with a number of gang showers, but of more concern to Barb was the ancient Gyno chair and the two other sergeants with shaving brushes and bowls of soapy water who were waiting there.
"The Warden insists on bald pussies, she`s a stickler for cleanliness and thinks a bare pussy good for a prisoner`s soul. You`re first Moore, climb up, don`t be shy."
Barb thought about protesting, but after seeing the steely look in the sergeant`s eyes and the movement to unhook the cruel looking switch hanging from her belt, decided discretion was the better part of valour.
"Good girl. you don`t want to be on report on you first day."
Once in the chair, Barb`s public mound and perineum were lathered with soapy water and she was shaved completely, losing her small landing strip and whatever stubble had grown on her slit, again, to her shame, she was embarrassed by her obvious arousal, and lost in her reverie, needed a sharp slap on the thigh to get her out of the chair. Her four companions were all treated to the same procedure until the sergeant was satisfied with the five bald mounds.
"Right, ladies, clean up time."
She handed each prisoner a green bar of strong carbolic soap and turned on the water supply which flowed from the six shower heads at the back of the room.
"Listen up, I want those cunts and assholes squeaky clean and pay particular attention to under your tits. If we have to do it for you we`ll use scrubbing brushes, so get to it."
TBC
Gretchen had studied some of the papers her great grand parents had left behind, and it was no coincidence that the Prison Farm was organised on Nazi lines, a very efficient and economic system which she had convinced Joan Tree to adopt as well as putting Gretchen in control.
The Prison was based on the barrack system, twenty or thirty women in each barrack with a barrack leader selected from among the prisoners given day to day control reporting to a designated staff member who in turn reported to Gretchen. This system had the benefits of reducing the number of permanent staff required and combined with a draconian disciplinary system proved to be very successful.
On a personal note Gretchen was an imposing physical specimen, a tall ,powerful typical example of Germanic womanhood with bisexual tastes although her position at Hicks gave her ample opportunity to exercise her preference for hurting and dominating young attractive women.
Now Gretchen looked at the five naked women displaying themselves for her approval, at one end there was the recidivist, Molly Smith, the tattooed and pierced specimen whose sadism had made her such an efficient block leader during her last incarceration. She would come in useful again, and while the three women in the middle of the line were of little interest, the brunette at the other end of the line certainly was. Gretchen stood in front of Barb and looked her up and down noting the toned, shapely body and the signs of arousal, and without warning, she clamped each of Barb`s nipples between a steely thumb and forefinger, Barb immediately lowered her arms and placed her hands gently on Gretchen`s wrists in token protest.
"Hands back on your head, girl." and before Barb could comply, she twisted the swollen tender nubs upwards and outwards, causing Barb to rise up on tiptoes and emit a pitiful mewling sound After a few seconds, Gretchen released her grip, leaving Barb, with tears trickling down her cheeks, to replace her hands, she had learned enough. Although she did inspect the reporter`s curvy buttocks which were beginning to show signs of the bruising caused by Marylou`s hard and heavy hand. Marylou was right, she would certainly have fun with this one, the only problem would be Warden Tree, who would no doubt want the woman herself.
"Sergeant, take these miserable specimens to Reception, get them booked in, then onto the Bath House for cleansing and issue their uniforms."
"Yes . ma`am, You lot pick up your baskets and follow me."
The five naked women followed the sergeant into Reception, where she noted their details and relieved them of their meagre belongings.
"Now to the Hydrotherapy Room ." she cackled and led them into a large tiled room fitted with a number of gang showers, but of more concern to Barb was the ancient Gyno chair and the two other sergeants with shaving brushes and bowls of soapy water who were waiting there.
"The Warden insists on bald pussies, she`s a stickler for cleanliness and thinks a bare pussy good for a prisoner`s soul. You`re first Moore, climb up, don`t be shy."
Barb thought about protesting, but after seeing the steely look in the sergeant`s eyes and the movement to unhook the cruel looking switch hanging from her belt, decided discretion was the better part of valour.
"Good girl. you don`t want to be on report on you first day."
Once in the chair, Barb`s public mound and perineum were lathered with soapy water and she was shaved completely, losing her small landing strip and whatever stubble had grown on her slit, again, to her shame, she was embarrassed by her obvious arousal, and lost in her reverie, needed a sharp slap on the thigh to get her out of the chair. Her four companions were all treated to the same procedure until the sergeant was satisfied with the five bald mounds.
"Right, ladies, clean up time."
She handed each prisoner a green bar of strong carbolic soap and turned on the water supply which flowed from the six shower heads at the back of the room.
"Listen up, I want those cunts and assholes squeaky clean and pay particular attention to under your tits. If we have to do it for you we`ll use scrubbing brushes, so get to it."
TBC