BEFORE THE ESCAPE, Part 11
Corporal Hayes came to visit Eloise roughly once a week. Her visits were always
the highlight of her life and she yearned to do something for the masseuse who
always declined. She hoped one day she could repay the woman for her kindness.
The summer turned to fall. The thicket she had cleared during the summer now
allowed the camp to be extended. Of course the job for making the larger fence
fell to Eloise, the naked prisoner. She spent weeks digging deep holes so that
the huge 40-foot poles could have a solid foundation. She also had the task of
unearthing the current 40-foot poles and pulling them out of their foundation to
the new holes.
No one had thought that she could do it but somehow this plucky girl had made it
work. The hard work was backfiring on the warden, Sgt. Patterson noticed.
Instead of causing the girl to break, she was earning kudos from hardened guards
and the other prisoners. Something had to be done to put this prisoner in her
place.
That night, the prisoners were planning a talent show. It was a prison
tradition, left over from the days when prisoners were being rehabilitated, and
Sgt. Paterson saw no reason not to allow it to continue. It was expected that
Eloise would not be invited this year, just as she had missed last year. She had
been left to work outside in the freezing cold while the rest of the prisoners
and all but two guards stayed warm inside, laughing and dancing to the music.
That night, Eloise remembered feeling more alone than any other night. The rest
of the camp was socializing but here she was, nude and frightened in the cold
hinterlands working harder than she knew possible. And the two guards assigned
to her had been merciless. They had wanted to be inside too but had been forced
to stay with the prisoner known as Private Cunt. They had forced her to skip the
normal dinner break and worked her two extra hours, until well after the rest of
the camp had gone to bed. Her body, still not quite used to 18 hours of work,
felt the extra two hours harshly. She assumed she would still get six hours to
sleep but was again awakened at the regular hour, just four hours after she had
finished working.
This year, the camp's prisoners were new and were fervently planning the next
talent show, set for this Saturday. That morning, Eloise was awakened two hours
earlier than usual. Instead of one of the guards, it was Sgt. Patterson.
"Well, Private Brown, how nice of you to wake up for me, especially after all of
the nice treats I have given you, such as Corporal Hayes and her magic fingers."
The girl's eyes grew wide...the warden knew about her middle of the night
orgasms.
"Of course I knew sweetheart, Corporal Hayes is a well-known softie. I sent her
here knowing she would take care of some extra things. But the massage was
needed. You have a four and a half year sentence now and your muscles would
never make it without the massage."
"Yes maam," the chained girl replied.
"Well, I am about to give you another opportunity for some companionship," the
sergeant said. Eloise's face brightened...she would do just about anything for
some warmth.
"If you perform your duties completely satisfactorily today and skip your dinner
break, I may be inclined to allow you to view the annual talent show. Would you
like that?"
For the first time, the warden saw the hardened girl cry. "Yes maam, I would
love that. It would mean a lot to me."
"Good. You must earn this today. Corporal Jenks, please get this prisoner up and
working. And please be hard on her, I've noticed you taking it easy on her
lately. I will have none of it."
Eloise groaned. Corporal Jenks had not been taking it easy on her. In fact, she
had been the hardest bitch that Eloise had dealt with. Early on she had been bad
but lately she had been insatiable, nothing ever good enough and never giving
the poor girl an inch.
The day was awful, as predicted. She was forced to lug several huge posts from
one end of the camp to the other as hail the size of golf balls fell on her
defenseless body. She dragged these huge, thick posts across the compound and
then worked to stack them up. It was a meaningless job and both the prisoner and
Jenks knew it. But the guard used the whip frequently when she thought the nude
was slacking off and took away her 8 a.m. break.
Finally, the job was done. Corporal Jenks had two other guards stand watch over
Eloise while she went to get Sgt. Patterson for inspection. The naked prisoner
had seen several prisoners go into the kitchen where the talent show would take
place and she now heard laughter and music coming from the room. It was one of
the few nights when the prisoners were allowed to let their hair down and relax
and she was overjoyed at the thought of joining them.
The two guards stood admiring the physique of the nude girl in front of them.
She was completely toned, her breasts hard and round...no sign of sag despite
nearly two years without a bra. Her legs were long and shapely, toned by hours
of movement on her feet. That plus the many hours of useless running that became
her task when there was nothing else to do. Some days she would run for five or
six hours at a time and her body showed it.
She was 6'3 but she had probably lost 35-40 pounds since her incarceration. She
was now all muscle...not an ounce of fat.
Finally, after she was forced to stand there for nearly 20 minutes, trying to
keep the cold from completely killing her, the sergeant emerged with Corporal
Jenks. They eyed up the job she had done and Sergeant Patterson nodded.
"ATTENTION PRIVATE," Corporal Jenks yelled in her face. Without thinking, Eloise
stood with her breasts out, her arms at her sides and her feet spread shoulder
length apart. Her nipples were threatening to explode, as they seemed to always
be. She wondered if they would ever stop being so erect and painful.
"Well, Private Brown, you have done an excellent job. I must say, I never
thought you would accomplish this job in the time allotted. Nice work."
"Thh-annnk yyou maam."
Sergeant Patterson smiled, happy to see the cold was getting to the nude girl.
"Yes. Well, I guess you have earned the promised reward. Corporal Jenks. Please
escort Private Brown to her assigned location for the talent show."
"Yes maam. It would be my pleasure."
Her tone made Eloise pause. She had never thought that Jenks, her nemesis, would
be so happy that she had earned a reward. She allowed herself to be led by the
elbow towards the kitchen.
However, instead of entering through the door, she was led to a window at the
back of the building. A bar had been installed to hang from the wall, sort of
like a chin up bar.
"Grab the bar with your hands you cunt," Corp. Jenks said. Reluctantly, the
naked prisoner did so, trying to figure out what was going on. As she did, she
felt hands grabbing her wrists and cuffing them. The cuffs were then also
attached to the bar.
"Okay, now attach her ankles to the bar," Jenks said.
"No, please, let me watch the show, please give me a break, I'm begging you,"
she cried out. But no mercy was forthcoming as, for the first time in nearly two
years of captivity, she begged her captors. Tears flowed down her cheeks as her
first chance at being a normal girl in the prison was ripped out from under her.
Beyond the emotional pain came the physical pain. This tie was the worst she had
ever experienced...her body was doubled on itself and pain shot through her arms
and her legs. She raised her head and could see the stage through the window but
only if she strained to look over her spread pussy that was eye level.
Lastly a ballgag was stuffed into her mouth to silence her sobs and she was left
to hang, with the words, "Enjoy the show Private," ringing in her ears.
