The quality of life at Maritka depended which side of the divide you were on. The ethos of the place was very much that prisoners were there to be punished. The type of man committed to the quarry was always determined by the nature of their crime, the outlook with regard to whether or not there was any real prospect of rehabilitation and the level off violence it was considered the individual was capable of. Each factor was given a rating from one to five and a cumulative total in double figures more or less meant a life sentence. Conditions within the quarry, its accident record and the general level of care often contributed to a shorter lifespan. The work was heavy and dangerous meaning that convicts over the age of sixty were a rarity.
For the guards it was an entirely different story. A modern luxurious apartment complex in a wooded site on the edge of the quarry was equipped with everything necessary for a good life. These women were well paid with excellent facilities at their disposal, a well equipped gym where they were encouraged to maintain a high level of fitness. On duty every woman carried the fearsome standard issue braided black leather whip which was guaranteed to bring any recalcitrant prisoner quickly into line. In the event of emergency every guard was armed with a 7.6mm Walther PPK pistol of the type issued to the Danish police force. Tucked safely away under the left shoulder in a leather holster for right handed guards these rarely needed to be drawn, and even more rarely used. Guards were instructed to aim for the legs of any attacker, so far it had never come to that.
Sofija Saltenis was a stunningly attractive diminutive blonde. Originally from Vilnius she had moved to Ausitania as a child. Standing barely one metre sixty and tipping the scales at a touch under forty five kilos this petite thirty year old with the sweet smile and the long ponytail charmed all those who knew her. Nobody had a bad word to say about Sofija. Her reputation within the colony was that of a tough but fair person. She had just come off duty, changed out of her black leather uniform and combat boots, showered and put on her jogging suit and trainers in preparation for a hard session in the gym. Running, press ups, weights. A typical thrice weekly workout that kept her neat little body hard and fit.
Sofija checked her pigeon hole for mail, smiling when she saw the familiar lavender coloured envelope that she slipped into the pocket of her gym bag to read later. Liza Moresecki had befriended her back in their schooldays and they had kept in touch ever since, forsaking e mail for the much more personal touch of handwritten notes, a rarity in this decade. Occasionally they had also holidayed together. Both were keen skiers. There was a strong chemistry between the two women, almost as if they were sisters.
Sofija showered and went down to the canteen to get her dinner. Taking her place at one of the tables she reached into her bag and drew out the envelope, slitting it open with her table knife. She pulled out the single folded sheet and propped it up to read as she ate.
Hi Sofija
Just a quick note to inform you about a new prisoner you have at Maritka. His name is Janacek and he is one of the worst kind. He hasn't been fully evaluated yet but we are thinking that he is probably going be rated a fifteen. He is prisoner 79. Should you come across this guy don't give him any mercy. You will be doing the whole of womankind a big favour if you get the opportunity to belatedly teach him some manners!
Best Wishes Liza.
Sofija folded up the sheet, put it back in the envelope and slipped it back into the sports bag. "Mr. Janacek." She whispered to herself. "The sisterhood is coming to get you."
The following morning Sofija was watching one of the stone recovery gangs at work in the quarry. Standing on the edge of the low cliff she cast her eyes over the numbers on the back of their blue boiler suits. Eventually they came to rest on number 79. Sofija absent mindedly stroked the shaft of her whip, teasing it through her leather gloved hands as she watched the man carefully. After a few minutes she wandered down to where the men were piling the granite blocks onto the wheeled trolleys before taking them up to the dressing shed. She approached Janacek, barely coming up to his shoulders.
"You, your new aren't you?"
Janacek stopped and faced her, a look of contempt on his face. "Yeah."
Sofija smiled sweetly. "The correct response, assuming you wish to avoid having a punishment docket issued against you is, yes ma'am."
Janacek didn't respond. Her smile changed to a frown. "Take your overalls off 79!"
He looked shocked and began to object. Sofija released her two handed hold on the whip, allowing it to trail on the ground. "Do as I say boy, now!"
Slowly Janacek stepped out of his overalls, revealing the deep blue black bruises covering his back and buttocks. The petite blonde stepped forward and ran her gloved fingers over the most prominent, enjoying the feel of the grooves where her colleagues whips hand dented the flesh. Moving in front of him she took hold of his chastity locked cock and gave it a vicious twist that brought a loud yelp from a startled Janacek. Her provocation was sufficient. Janacek stepped toward her, his fist ready to strike.
In an instant her hand was inside her leather jacket and the little Walther pistol was up against his cheek. "You don't want to do that 79, it would be a grave mistake, probably literally."
Sofija pulled a yellow pad from her pocket. "I am issuing you with a punishment docket for threatening an officer. You will be informed shortly what form your punishment will take." Janacek flew into a fury. Two more guards quickly appeared and he was overpowered and manacled. "Put him in solitary" snapped Sofija. "I will deal with him later."
