Case #802120 - Part 4 - Awaiting Trial
I barely got a wink of sleep that first night in the holding tank. Throughout the night, guards rattled keys and cell doors opened and closed with crashing loud clangs. From time to time there was the sound of women screaming. Or sobbing. Or both. I was locked in a cell by myself, which was perhaps the one small piece of good fortune I had received since I was arrested. It provided me with a small piece of privacy inwhich to evacuate the stomach-cramping cum enema the desk sergeant had given me when he fucked my ass. I spent the night naked on a narrow, metal-framed single bed. Its lumpy mattress smelled putrid with the stench of stale purfume and various dried bodily fluids that stained it. The graffiti on the walls looked like it had been scrawled by mental patients.
When morning did finally come, it was signalled by a deafeningly loud buzzing sound piped through speakers in the ceiling. From the moment it sounded, there was an instant commotion -- a buzz of activity with everything from renewed screaming and wailing to guards barking orders and chains rattling. The sound of the chains was distant at first, but soon I watched as a procession of naked young women, some barely out of their teens, shackled together and being led down the corridor outside my cell. An unshaven man wearing dark blue coveralls with a Girls Gone Wild logo on the back followed behind, prodding the slower moving girls with what looked like an electric cattle prod.
Eventually, a guard carrying a clipboard came to my cell and told me to stand beside my bed. I immediately did as I was told and then watched as he unlocked the door to my cell.
"Time for your shower, 802120," he announced.
The shower block was already filled with steam and a dozen or so other naked women of all ages and sizes grouped under an array of shower nozzels that spouted from the ceiling like a surrealist candelabra.
"Be quick," he grumbled before leaving me alone with the other women.
The warm water felt so good and I just stood under it for a long while with my eyes closed and letting it wash over me. I was virtually oblivious to the other women until one of them bumped me with her hip. I opened my eyes and saw she was a short girl, maybe 30 years old, and rather plump all over. But it was her eyes that most caught my attention. They were the brightest green eyes I had even seen and they had a look that sparkled, but which felt slightly sinister as well. She curled up her lips into a cattish grin and stared straight at me.
"I'm sorry," I apologized for apparently being in her way.
When I tried to step aside, she stepped in the same direction. I apologized again and stepped the other way. She followed. A growing sense of alarm really rang loudly when I realized others had started to gather in a circle around me. I smiled nervously and nodded more apologies. The guard who has escorted me to the showers was nowhere to be seen, but I saw what appeared to be one of the other inmates watching for his return.
"Don't scream or we'll mess you up, real bad," the green-eyed girl snarled at me.
Naked female bodies closed in around me, blocking every possible avenue of escape. My polite apologies became frantic pleas, begging to be left alone. Hands started reaching for me. I was soaking wet, but I not soapy and the tight grips of their hands didn't slip when they grabbed my wrists and arms. I struggled desperately as yet more hands grabbed me by the ankles and I was lifted and carried to a low, narrow bench seat away from the spray of the showers. They lowered me down onto my back and kept tight grips on my arms and legs, holding me spreadeagled while the green-eyed girl stalked me. I craned my head up to watch as she circled, finally to stop between my spread legs. The hungry look in her eyes was unmistakable.
"Please!" I whispered loudly, trying to remain calm and reasonable. "I'm not a --"
"Not a -- what --?" she asked sarcastically. "A dyke?"
There was a really ugly, threatening tone in the way she said it.
"No. I mean, I didn't mean it like that." I struggled to find any word that would appease her.