Chapter Thirteen
Over the next few days, Hannah's dormitory was put through its paces constantly by the guards, especially Miss Jackson whom the Governess had tasked with improving their dramatic performance. Mouths sucked away avidly, tongues licked up and down wooden shafts whilst they also practised easing the thick rods into their pussies and anuses every day. Tired as they were from their strenuous exertions, they still found time to put their heads together whenever they could to try and devise some sort of plan to escape, gradually stitching sections together as if it was a quilt until they arrived at something they all thought might work.
"Quick and simple is best," declared Faith who had become their leader by default. "The more things that we try to do then the more that could go wrong. Yes, Gwen, it would be nice to get our own back on the guards but we have to realise that our primary objective is to escape!"
"To where?" mused Hannah aloud as they had never discussed that aspect before.
"Got to be back to the smoke for us two," replied Flo. "Me and Gwen know our way around there and have friends and family who will help us."
"Not London for me," stated Faith decisively, shaking her head in the darkness. "Spent some time there before and hated every moment. Too noisy, smelly and crowded for me. Might go back to the fairgrounds or a circus and see if I can find a job there. Always a call for knife-thrower's assistants!"
"Because the old ones keep dying off with a knife in the guts, Faith," chuckled Gwen grimly.
Hannah stayed silent, mind whirling. Where could she go? What could she do? Nothing sprang to mind at all and a solitary tear trickled down her cheek in the bleak blackness before Faith whispered, "You can come with me, Hannah, and try your luck in the circus. Dress you up in flesh-coloured tights and a skimpy costume and you'll draw the crowds in."
"Or give her a red nose and massive shoes and she can be a clown!" chirped Flo with a giggle.
"I can ride," said Hannah suddenly, remembering back to her childhood when she had been taken to see a circus. She had been fascinated by the girls standing on the back of the horses cantering round the ring but, when she had tried it a week later on the back of a donkey on the beach during a rare seaside excursion on a Sunday school outing, she had immediately fallen off and been spanked by her father for showing off.
"That's a useful skill in the circus," stated Faith reassuringly and Hannah drifted off into sleep feeling slightly better about her future prospects.
Friday dawned and the four prisoners were allowed some respite from their normal training although they still had to run through their dramatic performance one more time even though Faith only had to pretend to shaft Flo with the strap on dildo. After lunch, they were escorted to the kitchen and allowed to bathe in large slipper baths filled with hot water from the massive coppers. Miss Adams watched as they lugged bucket after bucket of steaming water over and tipped them in before they stripped and clambered in, two to a bath. The guard issued a meagre bar of hard soap to each pair and they washed slowly, luxuriating in the soothing hot water for as long as they were allowed.
After dinner, they went to one of the training rooms and got dressed under the watchful eye of Miss Jackson who was looking nearly as nervous as Hannah felt.
"Worried in case Miss Stern blames her if we muck it up," whispered Flo with a cheeky giggle. "Wonder if the Governess would take it out on her fat arse?"
"Be quiet, Gregan!" snapped the guard, looking over her shoulder, annoyance etched into her face as she had been trying to pin Faith's chiton together properly. "Just because we have the entertainment shortly does not mean that I cannot bend you over and give you a dozen stripes to encourage you!"
