Chapter Five
"Walk without talking!" snapped Andrews as she supervised the brief exercise session after dinner. Spaced out a yard apart as they were, the convicts would find it difficult to converse without raising their voices as they trudged around a quadrangle enclosed within dull grey walls. The sky above was already darkening as the sun dipped wearily down towards the horizon but Hannah still enjoyed the fresh air on her face even though it was rather chilly, cutting through her thin shift and making her nipples erect in response. Her thighs and buttocks twinged with every step that she took round the paved path and the pain worsened when Andrews ordered them all to break into a trot, swinging her strap at those she deemed not to be moving fast enough.
"Need to keep you all fit rather than fat, don't we?" she sneered as she eventually allowed them to stop and line up so that she could lead them back inside.
Still silent, the coffle of women followed her down the corridor and peeled off obediently into their dormitories, four to each room. Mimicking the others, Hannah lined up by her bed and stood there quietly, arms by her sides, staring down at the floor as she wondered what was going to happen next. After a couple of minutes, Adams, the guard who had given Hannah her clothing, appeared and snapped at them all to strip. The four women obeyed swiftly then, on another word of command, they reached down and pulled out the chamber pots from under their beds.
"Squat and use!" snapped Adams abruptly and Hannah blushed and looked around uncertainly only to find that the other women were already poised over their china receptacles. She sank down slowly, stifling a grimace as the welts on her arse and thighs pained her. The cool rim of the pot touched her buttocks and she closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to shut out the knowledge that there were other people in the room. A subtle hiss came from her left and the tinkling sound of liquid hitting the china and that seemed to help her relax and let go. Her own flow coursed down into the bowl beneath her buttocks and the slightly acrid smell wafted up to her nostrils.
"Rise!" ordered the guard and the four women stood almost as one and pushed their pots back under the bed before Hannah watched in horror as Gwen stretched out on her bed, arms above her head and was cuffed into place securely. Faith was next then Flo and finally it was her turn and she felt the leather cuffs slip round her thin wrists and then get locked tightly into place before a metal ring was hooked onto the iron bedstead. Tethered tightly, Hannah lay there, tears running down her face as the guard slipped out of the room, clanged the heavy iron door shut and then locked it before switching the lights off from outside.
"You'll get used to it, Hannah," whispered Faith a few moments later out of the darkness. "Bit difficult at first to sleep but after a while you don't even notice that you are restrained."
"But what if I need to go to the toilet?" inquired Hannah primly.
