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 10.
It felt very claustrophobic and disorienting with a black bag on my head. My warm breath was condensing against the fabric as we were led out of solitary confinement. My hands were on The Crow's shoulders and Melody's hands were on mine. The routine was exactly the same as before, just like Melody had predicted.
Reid and Jarvis had come to collect me at around seven in the evening. I'd been in my cell at the time when there'd been a knock at the door. Jarvis told me that I was required for a night shift in the laundry room, but we all knew the real reason why they were there for me.
It was time to prepare for the basement orgy.
I'll never forget the sorrowful look on Naomi's face as I was led away, knowing that we'd probably never see each other again. We'd already said our goodbyes, but I felt a deep sadness in the pit of my stomach to be leaving her behind. All I could do now was focus on what needed to be done for my assignment. I wasn't there to make friends; I was there to let Melody lead me to her father. The mission always came first, no matter what.
I'd then been taken to solitary confinement to prepare for the night's event. The Crow and Melody had also been taken there, but the screws had kept us separated until it was time to go. After a decent meal and a shower, we did our makeup and then lined up outside the cells with a black bag on our heads.
It was show time.
I had a nervous feeling inside me as we stood still, waiting for further instructions from the guards. Not only was I about to be fucked by an unknown number of convicted sex offenders, I also had to escape with Melody after the rape party was over. If that wasn't enough to contend with, I also had the unpredictability of a tattooed psychopath on my mind. I had no idea if she was actually going to help us to escape or if she had her own agenda. I remembered back to her leaving our cell the day before and the wicked grin she'd had on her face. I hoped she was grinning because we were about to bring justice to these people, but there was no way of knowing what she was up to until it happened. I was going to have to keep my wits about me and hope that she'd do the right thing.
I kept myself calm by breathing in and out slowly, centring myself with yogic breathing. My heart rate was slow and steady, but my stomach was doing flips of nervousness at the size of the task before us.
'Keep calm Becca,'
I said in my mind.
'Just take it one stage at a time.'
'Stage one: Go down into the rape room... get fucked senseless... enjoy it... its only cock after all.'
'Stage two: Get back to the lift... take out the guards... steal their clothes."
I talked myself through each step and visualised what I would have to do. Breaking it down into sections made it easier to digest and it stopped me from becoming overwhelmed with the bigger picture.
'Stage three: Go back down the lift and try the barred gate... go up the stairs... into the car park.'
'Stage four: Take the car and drive away.'
'It's as simple as that, Becca. Each step is a step closer to freedom.'
My train of thought was shattered as Jarvis bellowed for us to move.
The concrete floor was cold against my bare feet and there was the usual chill in the air as we were marched out of solitary. We went through the same start-stop procedure as each door was unlocked and then locked again after we went through them. I tried to keep my bearings, but it didn't really matter, I wasn't going to be coming back this way. I'd already memorised the route out of the basement, including my plan B in case the barred gate really was locked.
"Stop," snapped Reid as we got to the lift.
The Crow halted in front of me and I almost ran into the back of her. I felt the warmth of her skin and smelt the apple blossom shampoo that she'd used to wash her hair. I wondered what was going through her crazy brain as we waited for the lift to arrive.
Ping.
Swwwissshhhh.
There was a swishing noise as the doors slid open and we were pushed inside. We kept our hands on each other's shoulders to remain passive and non-threatening to the guards. We didn't want to arouse any suspicion as to what was coming next. The journey back up the lift was going to be a completely different story. They wouldn't know what had hit them.
There was a momentary feeling of weightlessness as the lift dropped to the basement and then a blast of warm air hit us as the doors swished open. We were back in the bowels of the prison with the door to the rape room being twenty metres ahead of us.
We were told to move forwards again as the screws tried to scare us with lewd remarks and comments.
"Don't worry you little sluts, we're almost there now," sneered Reid. "Your special party awaits."
"There's a hell of a crowd this time," laughed Jarvis. "I hope your little pussies are nice and wet, you'll be taking some big cocks tonight."
"Oh yeah. We've already seen the lovely men who are going to use you tonight. They've got fire in their eyes for sure."
"And spent in the balls, ready to fill your stomachs, cunts and assholes. It'll be a rapey fuck fest."
"Stop," Reid instructed. "We're here. Keep your bags on your heads and stay silent. There'll be no talking from here on in. You know the drill by now."
I knew where we were and I pictured the scene in my head. We were in the corridor outside the door to the rape room. I knew the barred gate was at the end of the corridor and that the lift was behind me. I heard the door open and we were led in one by one.
The Crow left my grip and a minute later I was led into the room, feeling the plush carpet under my feet. Although I couldn't see anything, I knew the room was full of perverts, I could feel their eyes all over my naked body like a rash. The room was silent except for my breathing inside the bag. I could practically smell the sexual excitement all around me as I was placed in front of the double bed. My nipples were already hard due to the cold, despite it being warmer in the basement. My heart rate increased again, knowing exactly what was coming next and I used my training to bring it back down.
The fight or flight response was difficult to control and my body was being filled with adrenaline at an alarming rate. It wasn't because I was about to be gang-banged again; I was actually looking forward to that part; it was because of what was going to come after. There were so many variables for our escape that it was almost impossible to plan for every eventuality, especially with The Crow being such a live wire.
'Put it all out of your mind, Becca,'
I told myself.
'Concentrate on the here and now. You're about to be fucked in every hole over and over until they're done with you. Nothing you can do right now is going to prevent that from happening, so enjoy it.'
It was the only way to get into the right mindset. The voice in my head was right - I should just go with it and enjoy the attention. I felt my genitals swell between my legs as my labia became engorged in anticipation. I heard Melody shuffle in beside me and I knew that the governor was about to start his little speech. Everything was running like clockwork.
The door closed and the room filled with a dark silence.
After a long minute, I heard the governor's voice pipe up to the left of me.
"Remove your bags, girls," he bellowed.
I slipped the bag off of my head and saw the spotlight click on above me. It looked like I was going to take centre stage first.
My eyes squinted in the sudden brightness making it impossible to see anything in the darkness beyond.
"Rebecca Sloan, twenty-six years old, on remand for murder," announced the governor like a ring leader at the circus. "This is her second outing. She did well last week and almost won so let's see how she does tonight."
I heard murmurs from several people in the room. Maybe the word had spread about my performance and new people had come to try me out.
Click.
The spotlight to my left flicked on.
"Melody Thomas," the governor continued his introductions. "This is her eleventh appearance so you should all know her by now. She's twenty-three and incarcerated for multiple crimes, including murder, theft, assault and burglary to name but a few."
There were more murmurs and whispers of appreciation as they took in her nubile sexy body. Her large pert breasts looked beautiful in the spotlight and her blonde hair shone like sunlight. She had a shapely figure and a cute face which gave her an innocence that The Crow and I didn't have. I knew she'd be popular with the men who liked a more submissive hole to fuck. She was certainly an attractive, sexy young girl.
Click.
"Finally, we have Sheryl Scott, known in Bronzefield as The Crow for obvious reasons," the governor used almost the same speech as he had the last time we were down here. "She's twenty-eight and she's the original Bronzefield whore. She's banged up for multiple murders, rapes, arson, cybercrime and forgery."
All eyes were now on The Crow, including mine and Melody's. It didn't matter how many times I saw her naked body; I was always in awe of her artwork. The way her crow tattoo wrapped around her body, both front and back was incredible. I had no idea who the artist had been, but they should have won an award for this masterpiece.
"Melody, take the piece of card from the bed and read it out to everyone," the governor instructed.
