Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapter of Becca XXX Hard Time. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Hard Time. Ch 05.
By the time I left the segregation wing, I'd been in there for four days and I'd been in Bronzefield for just over a week. I'd been abused by the screws, attacked by some of the inmates and gang raped by a group of unknown men at the governor's basement orgy. To say that I was feeling as used as a teenaged boy's cum-rag would have been an understatement.
However, my time spent in the hole had been far from wasted. It had allowed me to see what was going on in the prison which was corrupt at the highest level. It had also given me time to mull things over and formulate a plan. Justice needed to be served and it looked like I was the one who was going to have to do it.
As far as I was concerned, I now had two main objectives. Firstly, I needed to carry out my primary mission which Lexa had assigned to me without telling me. At least that's what I hoped had happened. I knew that I was in here for a reason and that was to find Charles Hamilton. He hadn't been present at the governor's orgy, but that didn't mean that the governor wasn't involved. Coercing female prisoners to fuck strangers against their will was definitely something The Generals would be into. I would just have to keep digging until something led me in the right direction.
My second objective was a more personal one. I was going to bring down the governor and his merry band of rapists before I left Bronzefield. I had no idea if Lexa or The Facility even knew about what went on at this prison, but my own conscience told me that I couldn't allow it to continue. Whatever these women had done, they didn't deserve that.
Now that my objectives were clear, I listed the obstacles that I needed to overcome. My first problem was that I was working alone and I had little or no intel to aid me. I also had no means of gathering information on my targets or on the prison itself. I needed internet access and I already had a plan for that. If I could get a smart phone from Spalding, I could recruit Arrow to help me search the dark web for intel. I would of course, have to trade something sexual with Spalding in exchange for a phone, but my pussy and ass were still up for grabs if he was willing to help me.
I had many other problems to overcome. The screws like Reid and Jarvis wanted to have their fun with me as did the governor. I didn't have a major problem with that, knowing that karma would soon come knocking on their doors. The Sisterhood and The Crow were a bigger concern to me. The Crow had threatened to kill me once I got out of solitary confinement and I didn't doubt that she'd try. She was as unpredictable as Jekyll and Hyde, wanting to fuck me one minute and then choke me to death the next. The problem was, I might need her help if Spalding failed to come up with the goods. The Crow would undoubtedly be able to get me a phone but that really would come at a price.
I knew nothing about her other than what I'd seen first hand and what Arrow and Naomi had told me. I knew that The Crow had tried to attack Naomi and that Melody had stepped in to save her. But why had The Crow attacked Naomi in the first place?
When I'd been assaulted in the canteen, one of The Sisterhood had told me that Naomi had a debt to pay, but I had no idea what it was. I couldn't see Naomi using contraband and even if she did, she'd get it from Spalding. They seemed to have a thing going between them, even if it did just involve Spalding sniffing her pussy-stained knickers for something in return. I knew Spalding liked to watch Naomi put her knickers back on after he'd filled them with his own special sauce. It seemed to benefit both of them.
If she used Spalding, why would she owe The Crow anything?
Without asking her there was no way of knowing. Now that I was coming out of solitary confinement, I was going to do just that.
My last two days in isolation had been pretty uneventful. Even Reid and Jarvis had left me alone; sexually at least. They were more into mental abuse than sexual. They would wake me up to break my sleep pattern or feed me at odd times of the day in order to disorientate me. I was still treated like an animal, having to use a bucket as a toilet and having my food thrown onto the floor, but they didn't try to fuck me again. I wondered if the governor had told them to leave me alone or if Reid and Jarvis only abused new inmates. Either way, I was glad for the peace and quiet.
Eventually, I was given a hot shower and a clean set of clothes before being returned to A wing. There was no sign of The Crow as I was escorted back to my cell by Reid and Jarvis. I didn't know if she'd been let out before or after me. It was late and the wing was deserted which meant it must have been after lockup time.
"I don't need to tell you to keep quiet about what goes on in the basement, do I, Sloan?" snapped Reid.
"No, Miss Reid."
"If I hear that you've told anyone, you'll be taking a nasty trip down a flight of stairs and you'll end up with a broken neck. At least that's what the report will say," laughed Jarvis.
"I won't say a word, Miss Jarvis."
"You'd better fucking not, you little bitch."
We walked up to the first floor and Reid banged on my cell door.
Bang. Bang.
"Prisoner Heart, we're coming in. Stay back from the door," she bellowed.
She then click-clacked the viewing slot to check that it was clear and then she opened up.
Jangle - creak
I was shoved hard in the back and stumbled into my cell, almost falling over. I had to grab hold of the bunk to stop myself.
"Night night, cupcake," sneered Jarvis.
Slam - jangle.
I heard the two of them laughing as they walked back down the wing, swinging their keys.
I kicked my shoes and socks off as Naomi emerged from the bottom bunk. She was wide awake and was wearing her T-shirt with the cut off sleeves and her prison regulation white panties. She was definitely a sight for sore eyes.
I wasn't sure what sort of a reception she was going to give me after my fight, but I needn't have worried. She didn't even hesitate; she just rushed towards me and threw her arms around me to give me a big hug. She smelled fresh and clean and made me feel safe and warm.
"Shit, Becca, are you ok?" she asked.
"I'm fine," I replied, a little surprised by her actions.
"I've been so worried about you. Even Spalding couldn't find out what had happened to you. The governor must have been well pissed off with you, he wouldn't let anyone else into the segregation wing."
"I thought you'd be mad with me," I said pulling away from her hug. "You told me to stay out of trouble."
"I am... I was... it doesn't matter. Some of the other girls told me how the fight started. I know it wasn't your fault."
She brushed her hand over my bruised cheek and took a sharp intake of breath.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"Not really. I tried to discourage them, like you suggested, but it just wasn't working. They were gunning for me."
"I know, I know. Are you hurt anywhere else?" she was very concerned.
I lifted my T-shirt to show her the nick in my skin from being stabbed with a toothbrush. It had healed well.
"Fucking hell. I think you were lucky that it wasn't deeper. Is it ok?"
"It's a bit sore, but it didn't need stitches. I'll survive."
"It could have been a lot worse. Come and sit down. Welcome home."
It was nice that she was concerned about me. It showed that she liked me and cared about my well-being. It was exactly what I needed after being in the hole for four days.
She ushered me over to the plastic chairs at the tiny desk like an excited puppy. She remained standing with a huge grin on her face as though she wanted to tell me something.
"What is it?" I quizzed.
"I've got a surprise for you," she smiled.
"I hope it's a nice surprise. The last one I had put me in solitary," I giggled.
She didn't reply. She just went to her locker and took out two plastic water bottles. I could tell from the colour of their contents that it wasn't water. After all I'd been through in the last few days, I'd completely forgotten about the wine.
