Chapter 2

One day, Hannah was busy in the bathroom cleaning it with two other inmates. Suddenly as they worked, four other inmates came into the bathroom. One of them, a bigger girl with short black hair and a very tough appearance turned to one of the girls.

“Get out,” she said plainly. The girl she directed the order to promptly left, not even looking back to see why. Hannah also began to leave, but one of the other girls stopped her.

“Not you. You are new here, and I want you to see what happens to girls here who do not do as they are told,” the big girl, who was obviously the leader of this group, said.

So Hannah stayed in the bathroom out of the way and watched what was transpiring.

The four inmates turned their attention to the one remaining inmate. “No ... please, don’t!” the girl said, shrinking back against the wall. The look on her face said it all – she was totally terrified and she squatted down in the corner of the bathroom cowering as the girls approached.

“The warden wanted you the other day and you refused him. You know you aren’t supposed to refuse the warden, Becky. You are supposed to follow his orders and do whatever he tells you to do. You aren’t new to this place like this other one,” she said, nodding towards Hannah,

“There is no excuse except you were just being difficult. Now he has sent us here to explain things to you again ... this time a bit more plainly,” the leader said.

“Please ... please, I’ll be good, I promise! Please don’t do this...” Becky whimpered again.

“Get up bitch, and get out of those clothes,” the leader said. There was no bargaining or pleading with her. She was there to do a job and that was the end of it.

“Pleease ... please don’t ... I won’t tell anyone, I swear it!” Becky said, one last time trying to convince the girls. But it didn’t work.

“If we have to take those clothes off of you, it will be a lot worse. Now do it!” the leader growled menacingly. Becky knew she had no choice and she didn’t want to anger these girls further.

So sobbing, she rose and slowly began getting undressed. The girls waited patiently for Becky to finish undressing. Then they stepped forward.

“Get on the floor, Becky, on your belly. Rosa, you and Julie hold her arms out to her sides. Hold her good, I don’t want to have to chase her ass around the bathroom!” the leader said.

As she spoke she dropped what looked to Hannah like a short extension cord from up her sleeve. She took hold of both ends of the cord in one hand and stepped towards the prone girl.

“Oh God PLEASE!” Becky screamed as she saw what was about to happen. The leader of the inmate justice squad drew her hand with the cord back and swung it forward hard.

“AAAIIIEEEE!” Becky screeched as the cord sliced through the air and landed on her tender ass flesh. instantly a bright red, angry welt began to appear when the cord had struck. Becky kicked and squirmed, screaming in pain as her ass ignited.

“AAIIEEEEEE! OH GOD, PLEASE!” Becky screamed again as another stripe appeared on her ass, crossing over the first one. Becky squirmed and twisted more violently, trying desperately to escape the pain and anguish. But the girls held her tightly.

“Jenny, get over here and hold this bitch’s legs down!” the leader told the last girl who, up till now, was watching the door.

“No one is coming in to stop us or to help her, so get over here and let’s get on with it.” Jenny came over and pulled Becky’s ankles together and sat on them, holding them in place.

“Okay now we are set,” the leader said. She reached down and grabbed a handful of Becky’s hair, hauling her head up. Hannah could see she was crying; her face was wet and shiny from the tears she had already shed.

“By the time we are done here you are going to wish to God that you had done what the warden said. And I guarantee you that the next time the warden wants to fuck you, you will spread those legs a lot quicker!” she hissed.

She stood up and began her punishment.

The leader, whose name Hannah would learn was Roberta, began swinging the cord in wide fast circles before stepping closer to Becky. The cord fell over and over again, in rapid succession and without any breaks.

Stripe after vicious stripe began to appear on the poor girls ass and the backs of her thighs. Becky screamed and writhed and twisted in wretched torment as the cord continued mercilessly.

Becky’s screams lost their individuality and merged into one long continuous wailing as the lashing progressed.

Then strangely the screams stopped as Becky’s pain level peaked and her brain overloaded in pain signals from her tortured ass. Roberta continued whipping her with the cord until she was nearly to the point of going unconscious before stopping.

Becky lay on the cold bathroom floor, moaning and whimpering, her ass and thighs looking like a roadmap of red welts and stripes, some dribbling drops of blood and all surrounded by a field of pink and red flesh.

Roberta stood over her, breathing heavily from her exertion, and looked at her handiwork. Yes, Becky would certainly feel this in the morning and for the next few days. It would serve as a good reminder that she is to follow orders like everyone else.

But Roberta wasn’t quite finished with the lesson. After letting the beaten girl rest there on the floor for a few minutes, Roberta looked at the other girls.

“Okay flip this bitch over, she’s rested enough!” she said, directing the others.

They rolled the moaning girl onto her back and resumed their positions holding her down.

“No, I want you and Rosa to hold her legs up like this,” Roberta said to Julie as she held Becky’s legs up over her head.

“Jenny, you hold her arms together like this,” she said extending Becky’s arms over her head and holding them together. Then Roberta looked around and found a toilet brush in the cleaning equipment the girls were using that day.

“This will do nicely,” she said with an evil grin.

Setting it next to the girl, Roberta got between her upturned legs.

“First I’m gonna have some fun with this bitch!” she said. She began playing with Becky’s exposed pussy, fingering her and playing with her pussy lips and clit.

Becky responded to the woman’s soft, gentle teasing and even in her semi-conscious state, she began to moan and her hips began to move in acknowledgment of her touch.

Becky’s pussy began to glisten as Roberta kept up her teasing and soon Becky’s moans were less from pain and more from the pleasure she was receiving. Roberta slipped two fingers inside her and began finger-fucking the young Becky, her moaning grew louder and she began to pant a bit from her rising sexual desire.

Becky’s pussy was drooling when Roberta took her fingers out of it. Becky whimpered softly in disappointment but soon was relieved when Roberta resumed her teasing.

However, Roberta wanted to open Becky up more so instead of using two fingers, she began fisting the beaten girl.

Shoving her whole hand into Becky’s snatch made the girl come alive again. Becky began moaning and whimpering, then crying out as she felt herself being stretched to the tearing point. Becky tried closing her legs, but a hard slap to each thigh opened them back up wide.

“Keep those fucking legs open bitch!” Rosa said, grabbing a nipple and pinching it as hard as she could and pulled up on it, lifting Becky up a bit by her nipple.

Becky squealed loudly as she swore Rosa was trying to tear her nipple off, and she opened her legs as wide as possible so Rosa would let her nipple go.

Roberta fisting her for a few moments while Becky cried out and groaned then she pulled her hand out. Becky’s abused pussy was stretched and gaping and Roberta smiled evilly at the reddened hole.

She slapped Becky’s pussy with her hand a couple times watched the girl grunt in pain. She then picked up the toilet brush and opened her pussy lips with two fingers.

“Let’s see how the bitch likes this!” she said, and began pushing the head of the toilet brush into Becky’s abused pussy.

“UUNNNNGGGHHHH!” Becky said as she felt the bristles scratching and poking at the sensitive tissues on the inside of her slick tunnel.

Becky arched her back in an attempt to ease the discomfort, but it did little good. Roberta laughed wickedly as Becky’s pussy took the brush in and knowing that it had to be excruciatingly painful.

Roberta pushed it deeper and deeper into the girl even as Becky thrashed about trying to dislodge the brush. But held as she was there was nothing she could do the resist.

Finally, Roberta thrust the brush the last couple of inches further in until it was inside her as far as it would go. A slight push further sent the bristles at the tip of the brush into her cervix tissue and tore an additional moan of anguish from her.

Satisfied the brush was inside her fully, Roberta let it set there for a moment watching the girl squirm in discomfort. Then she grabbed the brush and gave it a quick hard twist, driving the bristles into the tender flesh and causing Becky to scream again.

Roberta twisted the brush right then left then right again sending the bristles into her pussy walls repeatedly. Becky thrashed around trying to stop the stabbing pain, but Roberta stayed one twist ahead of her.

Then she let go of the brush for a moment and Becky relaxed again, sobbing and trying to work through the pain in her tenderized pussy.

“How’s that cunt now, bitch?” Roberta sneered, smiling wickedly. Roberta took a firm hold of the brush handle again.

“Please ... no more ... please,” Becky pleaded weakly.

She was about done, her body wracked in pain from her beating and her pussy’s punishment, and her mind a jumbled mess of signals flooding her from everywhere she was hurt. Her breathing was coming in short pants because any movement hurt.

“Oh, I don’t think so. You will remember today for awhile!” And as she finished speaking she began quickly pumping the brush in and out of Becky’s tortured pussy with short quick strokes.

The brush scoured her pussy walls just as it did the toilet bowl and Becky howled in pain again. She screamed over and over again, her shrill voice echoing off the bathroom walls as she writhed and twisted and bucked in sheer agony.

“Hold still you fucking cunt!” Rosa said venomously as she slapped Becky’s tits hard again and again, adding even more to her suffering.

Roberta finally pulled the toilet brush out of Becky’s raw pussy and as a final insult, she slapped the girl’s hyper-tender pussy several times very hard until Becky could no longer scream, she just lay there open mouthed, trying to find the air to make a sound.

The four inmates got up and left Becky laying on the floor beaten, broken, and unable to move on her own.

“Don’t you fucking touch her or you will be next!” Roberta warned Hannah as they left the bathroom.

Hannah stood there for several minutes, watching the young girl on the floor. Becky lay there panting and moaning, too sore from too many places to move, much less get up. Hannah didn’t want to leave Becky there, but she also didn’t want to get into more trouble of her own so she finally left the girl too and went on about her work.

That night, Hannah lie in her bed, thinking about the day’s events. She was still very troubled over what she was forced to witness and she wondered how Becky was doing. But she also remembered the warning that Roberta had given her and so she would just wait and see what she could find out through normal conversations.

It was a few days later and Hannah was in her cell reading something from the prison library. She had learned through the prison “grapevine” that Becky was doing better. The welts and marks on her ass and legs were almost healed and she was back working again, albeit wiser and more cooperative now. The warden had not called on her, but should he, Hannah knew better than to object.

Hannah had been a guest of Danbury Federal Prison for almost a month by now and she was getting used to the routine of things. She had kept to herself mostly, still learning who she could and couldn’t trust inside.

After witnessing Becky’s punishment, Hannah had started noticing the uneasiness and fear that Roberta and her girls brought wherever they went. When they walked into the cafeteria, people left the table they sat at. When they were in the yard, the other inmates gave them a wide berth. Hannah followed suit, never giving any of them cause to stop or talk to her.

As Hannah lie there reading, she was startled by one of the guards outside her cell.

“Get up, Daniels. The warden wants to see you,” the guard said.

She unlocked the cell door and Hannah obediently turned around, offering her wrists behind her for the handcuffs.

The guard put the thick leather transport belt around Hannah’s waist and then cuffed her wrists to it behind her back. With her secured, the guard escorted Hannah to the wardens office where Warden Taylor waited for her.