Author’s note: Well, there’s a little bit of rape in this chapter so as I usually say, don’t try this at home. This is just fantasy. I hope you enjoy it and stay tuned for chapter 10.

Just so it’s not too confusing, now that the whole ‘dream’ parts are a little more regular I changed formatting for them. All the ‘dreams’ are in italics.

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Read the note at chapter 1 for the disclaimer

"Andrea was naked, -as always- walking with Heather to the backyard of the yellow gang’s headquarters. Heather was fully dressed, wearing leather pants and a skin-tight tank top. She had her arm around Andrea’s now regularly sticky waist. They walked out near a perimeter wall and sat down on the cement. They had been coming to this spot often since it was relatively secluded, not to mention outdoors.

"We’ll see." Andrea sat back and relaxed again. "We’ll see."

* * * *

Andrea snapped out of it holding a pair of prison clothes in her hands. "I said, get dressed." A rather stereotypical, burly female guard was poking her with a nightstick. She rested the shirt on her shoulder and stepped into the pants. She then lazily pulled the shirt over her and stood waiting for further instructions, slowly drifting back into her own world. She thought she heard Heather say something when she was interrupted again.

"What’s wrong with you? I don’t like repeating myself. Get moving." She felt the nightstick poke her impatiently in the lower back. Andrea started moving. She figured that was probably enough to discipline most of the people in there and she saw no reason to convince Gertrude, -or whatever her name was otherwise-.

She was led down a long, stale-smelling corridor painted in blue and white before going through a barred door that opened up into a cellblock. She certainly wasn’t looking forward to her stay here. There were two levels of cells and she was taken to the second. The women in their rooms sat back and watched calmly as she walked by. She got the distinct impression they were sizing her up.

The woman leading her finally stopped and used a key to open a swinging door. There was another woman inside but only one bunk, Andrea noticed. "Get in."

Andrea did so and turned to face her guard. "I don’t get my own cell?"

"They’re all full, so you share." The woman closed the door with a clang and started walking away.

"Wait," Andrea pleaded. "How long am I supposed to be in here?"

"The message to put you in here came straight from the top. I don’t know exactly, but I’d say… give or take… forever." As the guard walked away and Andrea turned to look at her surroundings.

There was a toilet and sink in the corner, a bunk with a mattress along one wall and a few books piled on a shelf on the opposite side. Her cellmate was sitting on the bunk watching her curiously. Andrea just groaned and sat down on the cold cement, her back facing the bars that separated her from the next cell. "I take it you get the bunk?" Andrea asked cautiously.

The other woman was fairly muscular although not to the same extent as Andrea was. She looked at her with calculating eyes as she spoke.

"We can share if you’re not a homophobe. Or gay for that matter."

"I’m neither."

The woman looked at the bunk beside her. "Than have a seat. I’m Chase."

"Andrea," she said as she walked across the small room and sat down. "How long have you been in here?"

Chase laughed slightly. "Since the Coalition first arrived here about four months ago."

"Why does everyone say that?" Chase looked at her questioningly "Arrived, I mean. Why does everyone say the Coalition arrived here."

"Because that’s exactly what happened."

"But arrived from where? Africa? The South? All the higher ups look pretty white to me."

"From North America."

Andrea knew for a fact that wasn’t the case. "That’s where I’ve lived the past 19 years. I sure as hell haven’t heard of them before."

"Hmm… Well, if you say so." Chase sat back against the bars and reached beside her for a book.

Andrea sat in silence for a while. She started to get impatient and stood up. It wasn’t long until she was pacing back and forth in frustration. "What’s behind this wall?" Andrea said referring to the wall opposite the door.

"I dunno." Chase didn’t look up from her book. "Pipes and shit, I guess." Andrea went over to it and tapped on the wall. It did make a bit of a hollow sound. "Why? You planning a grand escape already? You’ve only been here 10 minutes."

"10 minutes longer than I deserve," Andrea stated plainly. She went back to pacing. A few more minutes passed. "So how could the Coalition have come from North America if I’ve never heard of them?"

Chase sighed and put down the book. "They just did, all right? People don’t believe me, so I don’t tell them. It makes me sound like a crackpot, which I’m not," she added as an afterthought. Andrea went to the door and started pulling hard on the first bar. She stopped suddenly when pain from her knife injury shot all through her side. She clutched the wound and hobbled back to her seat. "You don’t do well in captivity do you?" Chase said raising an eyebrow."

Andrea turned to Chase. "Come on, I want to know. How did they get here?"

Chase sighed, but Andrea looked on with unrelenting eyes. "They got here through a rift."

"A what?"

"A rift. Some kind of portal."

"What, like from another dimension or something?" She was right. Andrea did think she was a crackpot.

"Yes. ‘Like another dimension or something,’" Chase said annoyed. On the other side, rifts are pretty common. Here, there aren’t any."

"Except the one they came through," Andrea clarified.

"That one’s gone now. It was temporary. Most are."

"So how do you know all this?" Andrea asked. Chase didn’t respond. "You came through with them, didn’t you?" Andrea still didn’t believe a word of it but one thing she was good at was hearing people out.

Chase nodded. "Everyone with a rank below Sargent was sent here because they didn’t want them talking about it. I was Private First Class."

"Definitely a military I want to join."

"Well, looking back it was a mistake."

"You don’t say."

"There’s one thing you have to understand about the Coalition. Where they come from, they’re necessary. They’re the only thing keeping the world in one piece. Imagine hundreds of those rifts opening up all the time. You get so much crap through them the world just sort of goes to hell. So they keep order by cracking down pretty hardcore."

Andrea nodded, understanding it at least on a basic level. She still wasn’t sure she believed the story though. "So the whole army came through one of these rifts?"

Chase sighed. "No, of course not. Just a squadron. But that’s more than enough."

"More than enough to what?"

"Start again. Bring ‘order’ back to your world." Chase picked up her book again and went back to reading. Andrea sat back and thought about it. It was order she wanted, but not the Coalition’s unique form of it. She had to find a way out of prison. She tried to focus but her mind kept drifting. She couldn’t stop thinking about Salt Lake. It was a dream that she couldn’t prevent from coming.

* * * *

She was sticky as usual and in the middle of her fourth or fifth blowjob. Her jaw was getting sore but on the plus side she had learned how to take someone all the way in without gagging or feeling like she was going to throw up. She was on her back lying on her back as Mike, a generally decent guy was pounding into her mouth and throat as quickly as he could. Blowjobs had fast become a common, non-intimate act for her. More like putting on a play or singing a song or some other form of general talent which entertains others. At least, she tried to think of it that way.

* * * *

"Are you okay?" It was Chase’s voice. She had put the book down and was looking over at Andrea.

"I’m fine. Just a little distracted."

"You’ve been just a little distracted for 20 minutes now."

"Yeah well, I guess I have a lot to think about."

"They’re going to be doing lunch in a few minutes. You might want to prepare yourself for it."

"How so?"

"A hot young new addition? They’ll be a lot of people hitting on you. A lot of them won’t want to take no for an answer."

"They’re going to be disappointed."

"I hope so, for your sake. They can be pretty rough."

"Hah." Andrea wasn’t worried. She could take on almost anyone in the prison one-on-one. Standing up, she smoothed her dull gray clothing. She noticed her nipples showed through the light material of the tank top slightly, but chances were, so did everybody else’s.

The woman Andrea had mentally appointed Gertrude came walking down the hall, opening cell doors as she went. She didn’t seem at all concerned about being surrounded by prisoners. When she got to Andrea’s cell door she opened it, gave Andrea a quick second look and kept moving. Andrea left the cell and followed the general crowd down the stairs and into a fairly open corridor.

She tried to make sure no one bumped into her side as they moved through the crowded hallway to the mess hall but it proved a little more difficult than she thought. Eventually she found a spot beside the wall and walked with a little more ease. She was surprised the guards let all the prisoners together like this. Even with the officers in power armor posted at regular intervals it would be easy to lose someone in the crowd.

The corridor ended after a short walk and opened up into a large dining room with a dozen cafeteria style tables.

Upon seeing the prisoners fan out, her eye was immediately drawn to a woman with long blond hair. She was looking at her from behind but she was sure it was Irene. She made her way through the other prisoners until coming up directly behind her. Irene was indeed standing in line, waiting to get her food. Andrea tapped her on the shoulder. Irene jumped and spun around. "What do you wa…" Her eyes went wide upon seeing it was her friend. "Andrea!" She jumped out of line and gave Andrea a strong hug and a long kiss on the lips that drew the attention of a few other inmates.

"Hi, Irene," Andrea said breaking the kiss.

"Hi! Are you here to rescue me?"

"Umm… not exactly. I’m stuck here too."

"Oh." She seemed a little less happy to hear this, but nonetheless stuck to the bright side. "At least we’ll have lots of time together."

"Hah, maybe not. I talked to someone before I got thrown in here and you should be out in a day or two."

"Oh good. So you are rescuing me."

"No, I’m still stuck here."

"Oh. When are you allowed out?"

"Never, if they get their way."

"That’s not good. Can I help?"

"No, I don’t think so. Don’t worry though. I’ll find a way out soon enough."

"Okay good. I don’t really like this place."

"Me neither, Irene. Me neither."

* * * *

"Who’s Irene?" It was the gang leaders voice.

* * * *

"Ouch," said Andrea, wincing in pain. Irene’s hand had strayed to her side and touched the wound. Andrea flinched away from the touch.

"What’s wrong?" Irene said, clearly worried.

"Someone stabbed me yesterday. I’m still a little tender."

"You got stabbed?" Irene sounded shocked and overly concerned. "Do the doctors here know about it?" Irene reached for the bottom of Andrea’s shirt and pulled it up drawing even more attention from the neighboring prisoners. Her pants sat low on her waist, just barely above her pubic hair, displaying her pelvis protruding above the pants. The crack of her ass was just barely visible from the rear and as Irene lifted the shirt higher to inspect the wound, Andrea’s toned abs and smooth muscular back came into view. Irene stopped lifting the shirt at the other woman’s breasts, just barely displaying the bottom of each firm orb. A couple of the inmates whistled and hollered. Her bandage on one side was clearly visible and was taped expertly to her side. "That looks really painful," Irene commented.

"It is really painful," Andrea confirmed. She was all too conscious of the growing crowd of people staring at her and she put her hands on Irene’s to pull her shirt back down.

"I can’t see anything with the bandage in the way. Is it bad?"

"I don’t know. 13 stitches, is all I know."

"Oh. That’s bad." Irene got back into line with Andrea. Andrea let her eyes wander and found she couldn’t look in any direction without seeing one or more of the inmates staring back lustfully. ‘Not good,’ she thought to herself.

* * * *

Andrea’s head felt full of information. The leader had been going on for a while now and every new piece of information built on the last. She prayed to hear the words "And that’s about it for now." She thought she heard him say it a few times but he never had. Eventually, finally, they came. "Well, I think that’s enough for one day."

* * * *

Andrea was eating at a table when she crossed her legs. She felt wetness between her thighs and realized she was incredibly aroused. Her nipples showed blatantly through her top. Sheepishly, she looked around sheepishly. She had no memory of sitting down and found that the plate of food in front of her was about half eaten. Irene was sitting on her left. A few people still eyed her, forcing her to remember Irene pulling up her shirt.

But there were more important matters to attend to. What was causing her to black out like that? She couldn’t keep a grip on reality. Something strange was happening to her, but she had no idea what it was.

"Are you okay?" Irene was leaning over and craning her head to see Andrea’s face.

"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Andrea replied a little more fiercely than she intended.

"Everyone keeps asking you that?"

"Never mind. I’m fine."

"Okay." She paused for a minute and leaned over to speak directly into Andrea’s ear. "You want to have sex after lunch? We’re allowed to return to our cell if we don’t want to exercise."

"Huh," Andrea replied distantly. She was watching three women talk to each other across the room. It seemed as if they were having an argument of some sort.

"Is that a yes?"

"Sure, whatever." Andrea realized it wasn’t an argument, but more of a challenge. The two were goading the other one into action.

"Great!" Irene replied happily. She went back to her meal and Andrea noticed the third woman split off from the others and turned her eyes away so as not to attract attention. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the bulky yet fairly attractive 30 year old came towards her.

Andrea pretended to go back to her food, nibbling at it carefully. The woman finally came up next to her and spoke. "You have a pretty nice body."

The comment was enough to get Irene’s attention but she didn’t say anything. She simply looked at the two and waited. "Thanks," Andrea said hoping to avoid a confrontation. The other woman didn’t take the hint.

"There’s a rec period coming up. Me and my friends were thinking you may like to join us in private."

Andrea sighed. "No, I don’t think so." She continued eating and the other woman’s voice turned hostile.

"Look at me when I talk to you, bitch."

Andrea paused for a moment and then turned to look up at the inmate. "I said I wasn’t interested. I’ll see you later."

The other woman was getting madder. She grabbed the collar of Andrea’s shirt and lifted her to her feet. The chair skidded out behind her. "We weren’t asking you. We were telling you."

"And I’m telling you, to leave me alone. I’m not interested."

The other prisoner was done fooling around. She raised her free hand in the air and brought it hard towards Andrea’s face in an attempt to slap her. It didn’t work. Andrea easily brought her hand up in time to catch the startled woman’s wrist. Meanwhile, she made a fist with her other hand and swung into her attackers midsection. The blow knocked the wind out of the other inmate, who fell to the ground, gasping.

"I’m full." Andrea wasn’t much in the mood for eating any more so she left her plate and made her way to the exit. Irene got up from her table quickly and followed her. Andrea wasn’t worried but Irene obviously was more than a little concerned. She watched over her shoulder regularly to make sure the other two weren’t following them. It seemed as if they were too shocked to do anything at the moment, but that would change and Andrea knew it. She got to a prison guard at the edge of the cafeteria. "Take me back to my cell."

The guard nodded. "Which number?"

"Hell if I know. Forty-seven, I think it was." Andrea was extremely happy that the guard was willing to show her the way back there. It meant that they could be distracted fairly easily.

"This way, then." She pointed with her rifle. Andrea noticed it was an outdated model, probably from the war with the Zentradi, meaning that The Coalition must not have put a lot of money into their prison system. Hopefully, that would make it easier to get out. Unfortunately, Andrea knew as well as anyone that this was a little beyond her realm of expertise. She’d need a lucky break to get out, even with everything planned.

While mulled over the possibilities in her mind, she was led back to her empty cell. The guard opened the door and she went in, Irene in tow. "You’re free to roam around, but stay in the courtyard, the gym, your cell or the cafeteria." Andrea nodded and the guard left her and Irene alone in the cell. Irene clearly wasn’t in the mood for modesty -- before Andrea even turned around, she was stripped and lunging at the other woman, forcing her to fall back onto the bed.

Andrea arrived back in her quarters to see Heather waiting for her. It had gotten late thanks to the rather long meeting (not to mention the sex afterwards), and Andrea was getting tired, despite her continued state of arousal.

"You’re full of energy today," she said to Irene as her pants flung across the small jail cell.

"Mmph," Irene said through Andrea’s pussy. Her mouth was buried as deeply as she could get it and Andrea could only moan at the vibrations Irene’s vocalizations caused.

She felt Irene’s hands pulling the base of her shirt up to reach her stomach and eventually her breasts. She regretfully dislodged herself from Andrea’s crotch to yank the stripped shirt off quickly and then returned to work, sliding her wet tongue between the folds of Andrea’s labia. "Unnnn," Andrea moaned as she moved a hand to Irene’s blond curls. She clenched her stomach as her lover’s ministrations continued and let her head roll back.

A set of large warm breasts pressed into her own as Irene deepened the kiss. Andrea wrapped her legs around her partners’ tightly as if to never let her go. She locked her ankles at the small of Irene’s back and kissed back with as much passion as she was able. She flattened her chest hard into Irene’s trying to merge into the other woman.

Irene slid her hand gently down the side of Andrea’s body, eventually pausing on her hip bone and then moving inwards. The two women continued to kiss, their tongues battling for dominance and Irene’s clearly won when she slipped two fingers into Andrea’s wet pussy.

Andrea bit down on Irene’s tongue thanks to the sensation but she made a clear effort not to bite too hard. Irene’s tongue remained locked in Andrea’s mouth as her two fingers plunged deeper.

Andrea stared lazily at Irene’s large breasts as she bounced back and forth on the bed thanks to Irene’s fingers deep in her pussy. Her breasts were the largest, and definitely firmest she’d ever seen naked. Her Areola was large and lightly colored pink. The nipple stood up at attention and Andrea wanted to touch them. Irene was propped up on one elbow and Andrea reached her right hand up to her left breast. She grasped the smooth orb firmly and looked at the nipple poking up from between her middle and ring fingers. Even from there, Irene’s breasts were large enough that the tips of her fingers couldn’t reach the edge of the beautiful spheres in front of her.

She felt herself get wetter.

"Unnnnnnnnnghhhh.’ Irene watched the woman beneath her moan in pleasure as she finally climaxed. The hand on her breast lost control and squeezed painfully hard. Andrea bucked her hips up and down off the bed, into Irene’s hand. The mattress squeaked beneath her each time her hips came back down again, only to lift off into the air once more. "Oh, God, Irene." Her left hand moved from her butt to behind her neck and pulled her tightly on top of her. She pressed their cheeks together and hugged her tightly as her pussy pulsed around Irene’s digits a few final times. She unlocked her legs and let one hang loosely off the side of the bed. "God, you’re good."

Irene smiled and lifted her head up to look into Andrea’s eyes. "I love you." Andrea’s eyes widened in surprise but she quickly recovered and kissed Irene passionately on the mouth. She knew she couldn’t return the words but maybe the kiss would give Irene enough of an answer. It seemed to.

Irene’s intense blue eyes looked into Andrea’s brown ones. "Was that fun? I bet it was." She asked with a bit more ego than Andrea was used to.

"Are you kidding?" Andrea replied honestly. "That was amazing." Irene smiled and buried her head in Andrea’s shoulder once more. Andrea was happy for the chance to sort her own head out. It had been a strange experience, essentially having sex with two women at the same time. She couldn’t figure out if she was dreaming then, or dreaming now. Both seemed so real.

Her mind was brought back to the present when she felt two fingers withdraw themselves from her pussy. She moaned in disappointment and watched as Irene brought them up to her mouth and licked them off. "That still blows my mind."

"What?" She said in between casual tastes.

"That you actually like the way I taste."

"How could I not?"

Andrea smiled but didn’t respond. A question suddenly popped into her head and she asked it before thinking. "What happened to Ed?"

Irene took her finger out of her mouth and looked down at Andrea, seriously. "What do you mean?"

"In the hive, when you brought him back. Why did he change so much?"

"He changed?"

"Of course he changed."

"Oh. Um… Let me ask."

"How are you going to ask from in…"

"Quiet," Irene interrupted. There was a pause and Andrea waited impatiently. "The All Mother says that they also tried to experiment on him too but he was too closed minded to accept the change. His mind shut down."

Andrea fought back the urge to yell at Irene. It wasn’t her she was mad at. "What about bringing him back? What happened there?"

"Shh," Irene said, again forcing silence out of Andrea. "When a human gets brought back to life… At least the way we do it, it’s like resetting them. Instead of acting how he learned to behave, he acts how he instinctually behaves…" What does ‘instinctually’ mean?"

"Acting without thinking. Like, on impulse."

"Oh." She paused again. "Anyway, I guess that’s what happened. The All Mother said you were warned that he would be different."

"I didn’t expect him to change that much. Will he ever be back to the way he was?"

"She says she doesn’t know." Andrea frowned, but didn’t have time to mope. A guard tapped at the bars of her cell.

"If you two don’t mind?" The female guard said.

"Do you want to join us?" Irene asked innocently. The guard coughed in surprise.

"No, thanks. I’m here to release you. Apparently there’s been a mix-up and you’re free to go."

"Who me? But I did punch him."

The guard sighed. "Don’t tell me, I couldn’t care less. The point is, you’re free to go. I’ll take you out."

"Oh." She thought for a minute. "What about Andrea?"

"She stays."

"Oh. Then I’m not leaving."

"Miss… I can’t have you stay here when you’re not convicted of a crime. You have to come with me."

"What if I hit someone else?"

"It’s okay, Irene. Go ahead. I should be out of here soon anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"I’m sure." Andrea looked into her quivering eyes. "I’ll see you soon."

"Okay." Irene got up and Andrea found herself marveling at her body for really the first time, in a sexual sense. She pulled on her pants and stripped shirt and looked to the guard. "Do I get my old clothes back?"

"Of course. This way." She put an arm out to indicate direction and Irene went out as instructed.

"See you soon," she said before disappearing from sight.

Andrea closed her eyes, letting her worry that she was stuck here for a while sink in. She felt tired after her orgasm and nearly drifted off to sleep when something forced her to open her eyes in a panic. She wasn’t sure how long she’d been resting but she immediately stood up to see the three women from the cafeteria standing at her cell door. There was no way past them and they looked pissed.

"Nice of you to be naked already. Saves us the trouble." The woman whom appeared to be the leader was speaking.

"Didn’t I tell you to get lost?" Andrea said to the one she winded just an hour ago.

"Didn’t I tell you to watch your mouth? What’s your name anyway?"

"Andrea."

"Wrong. From now on your name is bitch. You’ll do what we tell you to do."

"I wouldn’t count on that."

The girl she had hit started walking forward aggressively but the leader spoke. "Kris, wait. No offense but she already kicked your ass once. You can’t take her alone." The three women entered the cell. "But all of us together? No one’s that tough."

Andrea cursed her recent orgasm. It would be hard to fight with her limbs still shaking. Besides that, her wound was still slowing her down. And since her bandage was the only thing she was wearing at the moment, they obviously knew to exploit it. She lowered her right arm in the hopes that she would be able to protect it better and the three jumped her.

She fended off the first few blows without too much trouble. She was faster then any of them and probably stronger too. Unfortunately she wasn’t fighting just one. The leader got around behind her and while she kicked the third girl off into the metal bars, the leader grabbed her around the waist and held her tightly. Meanwhile, Kris aimed a well placed shot at Andrea wound forcing out a yelp of pain. She tried to come down with another blow but Andrea managed to deflect it.

The third girl got to her feet and now cautious of Andrea’s legs hustled around her and grabbed one of her wrists. It took all her strength from both arms to hold Andrea’s left one above her head but she held it. Kris was practically presented with free shots and she took advantage of them. She made a fist with her right hand and slammed it hard into Andrea’s stomach, returning the favor from the cafeteria. Andrea felt weak and she gasped for air.

She knew she was in trouble so as she regained her breath, she muscled all the strength she could find and pulled her arm down hard, sending the third girl over her head, into Kris. Finally, with a moment to breathe she turned her attention to the leader and send her right elbow flying backwards into the other woman’s jaw. She heard a crack that indicated a high possibility of a broken jaw, or at least a few missing teeth and the woman’s grasp evaporated. Andrea had full mobility again and quickly got into a defensive stance that hid her injured side from the attackers.

The leader was on the ground, bleeding from the mouth and nose and clutching her jaw painfully. The other two women stood up and with a gaze to each other realized they were outclassed. Andrea saw the hesitation in their eyes and used it to her full advantage. "Take her and get out."

They did as they were told and quickly exited Andrea’s sight. Andrea knew it was nonetheless an empty victory, feeling the agonizing pain from her injury. It was obviously reopened and she’d need medical care. She slowly stood up and set course for the infirmary.

* * * *

Three weeks passed slowly as Andrea slowly gathered information. She sat outside the guard’s posts, the warden’s office, even in the cafeteria trying to gather every piece of information she could in the hopes of putting together an escape attempt. Every day that passed it seemed as if her goal was closer and closer to being in reach and yet it never seemed to materialize.

In the space of another week, she managed to locate the prison’s ‘fix-it man’ or woman as the case was. She was the one the inmates went to, to get things from the outside world. Drugs, unapproved books, pictures, anything really. Andrea knew what she wanted from listening to the guards talk outside one of their stations.

"You need what?" Said the rather butch woman named Kelsey said, not understanding a word of Andrea’s request.

"A frequency modulator for short range radio signals."

"Uh huh."

The two women were in a secluded part of the courtyard talking. "And what’s that?"

"It’s a, uh…" Andrea hesitated, trying to figure out how to explain it. "Okay, you know how radio signals from walkie talkies and such operate on a specific frequency right?"

"Yeah…"

"Well what this does, is it changes that frequency without the radio operators knowledge. So something they try to say on frequency A actually gets played on frequency B."

"That sounds pretty high risk. That could disrupt the communication for the entire prison."

Andrea shook her head negatively. "It only has a range of about ten to fifteen feet. So it can only effect radio’s within that distance. Otherwise it puts out too much energy and becomes easy to detect."

"So what good is it then?"

"Let me worry about that. Can you get it?"

"It’ll be expensive."

"I’ll pay."

The woman nodded. "Okay. I’ll get it for you."

It had been six weeks since the attack and Andrea’s patience was nearing an end. The three women had continued to harass her although none of them had dared make another attack. She had learned the third girls name was Alice and the three of them were feared throughout the prison, thanks in no small part to the series of random rapes they instigated.

She had been plotting escape since she arrived at the prison a month and a half ago and laying in her bed, early in the morning, she realized that she was still no closer to getting out than when she got in.

The dreams (if that’s what they truly were) had continued. She found herself growing more and more attached to this imaginary person named Heather. Of course, she never felt imaginary, so perhaps that was part of the reason she was able to grow so fond of her.

And then of course there was the reason she was still awake at the end of the night. In the previous days mail call she had got her first letter. It was from Triston, her brother. She hadn’t seen him in nearly a year and thanks to her wanderings she was extremely hard to reach. Yet somehow, he had tracked her down. Or more likely, he’d had someone else track her down, to deliver a message.

She flipped the letter open again to read it for about the tenth time. ‘Hey Sis. I need you in Salt Lake. Come as fast as you can. Triston.’

She’d never received a letter like that from him before and as she stared at it she couldn’t help but let her feelings of anxiety grow. And what was he doing in Salt Lake? Last she knew, he was still in Western Canada. Her mind had been going over different scenarios all night, but one thing had become clear. She was now on a timetable to escape.

Fortunately her frequency modulator had arrived, but she still wasn’t sure exactly what to do with it. She’d have to think of something quickly.

* * * *

Andrea had just finished another diplomatic session with the leader. Feeling somewhat exhausted but mostly hungry she made her way to the cafeteria. She had been allowed another shower, but still walked around naked. "For gang morale," she remembered the leader explaining. Personally, she didn’t see how it helped her personal morale at all, despite its effects on the others.

* * * *

Andrea walked into the shower, the memory of her recent ‘dream’ and the urgency of her brother’s letter distracting her. The shower room, was just that. A room. There were no stalls, and not even nozzles on the wall. The roof simply sprayed a constant stream of water, which was then recycled again and sprayed once more. She didn't much like the idea of using water that others had already used but it was changed once a day so she put up with it as everyone did.

When she walked in, she noticed the room completely empty and began enjoying the feel of the warm water on her skin while she thought about how to get out of her own personal hell. There were half a dozen pillars throughout the room which, not only held the roof up, but also contained holders for soap and shampoo. She made her way over to one and started to soap up.

A soft clang echoed through the room and Andrea turned to see a woman entering. She was about half inside and already naked. The constant fall of water through the room made it had to see but she was sure it was someone she didn’t recognize so she didn’t pay much attention and turned back to the soap.

"Hey," the woman said softly, startling Andrea slightly. She turned around to see the other woman right behind her with both arms behind her back. The position had the accidental, (or was it purposeful?) side effect of pushing her boobs outwards from her body. "My name’s Julie."

"Hi. Uh… Andrea."

"Hi, Andrea." She kept her arms behind her back and pushed out her chest a little more. Andrea couldn’t help but be distracted. Her breasts glistened, thanks to the water, adding to their natural beauty. She had a pretty good sized chest, but she looked to be only about 19 and they were standing up firm. The brownish nipples were tensed and erect. "Since there’s no one else here, I was wondering if you’d be up to a little fun?"

Andrea smiled politely, "No thanks. I’m just looking for a shower." She turned back to the pole and reached for the soap. Julie was suspiciously quiet and as Andrea pulled the bar of soap out of its metal holder, she noticed Julie’s reflection turn serious. She pulled her hands from behind her back and took a swing.

From the reflection, Andrea could tell she held a long black object in one hand and she turned quickly and tried to get her hands up to deflect the blow. She was a second too late. What she now recognized to be a guard’s baton hit square on the top of her head. Dizzyness took her and she fell to her knees. Before she could move, one of her hands was behind her back and being cuffed.

Julie pulled her roughly to her feet. Andrea, still dazed, but knowing she was in trouble tried to struggle. Instead of trying to fight her, Julie simply hit her again with the baton, thus adding to the splitting pain in her skull. She was caught off balance again and her other hand was pulled behind her back and around the pillar, then cuffed.

Andrea slowly came out of her haze as Julie walked across the room towards the door. ‘What the hell is she doing,’ Andrea thought, slowly standing up again.

Julie reached the door and opened it wide allowing three other women to enter. The other three were naked as well. As they neared, Andrea identified them as the three women who had attacked her in her cell. Apparently they’d gotten a new girl to join their ranks.

"Hello, Andrea," the leader, Jan said. "You’ve managed to avoid us for weeks now." Julie walked up beside Jan and the other two circled around their victim, staring at her intently. Jan slowly approached Andrea, taking the baton from Julie.

"Let me tell you a story," Jan continued. "Since word got out that our little group here were the only ones with the distinct possibility of enjoying you, I’ve had more than 10 different people come to me and ask to join our humble coalition." She let the word roll off her tongue, knowing the irony (or was it truth) would not be lost on either of them. "Julie was the only one we had any interest in, but the point remains that you, have got a lot of attention on you. A lot of sexual tension shall we say." Andrea noticed for the first time that Kris had a small metal case with her. "Needless to say, we feel we need to stake a claim."

"I’m not afraid of you," Andrea said calmly.

"Nor should you be. We don’t wish you any harm." Jan moved the last step to stand directly in front of her captive and reached up to gently grab Andrea’s right breast. "We just want to enjoy this beautiful body of yours." Andrea could feel Jan’s warm fingers slide easily across her wet body. Slowly, they slid down, passed her toned stomach and into her landing strip of pubic hair. They paused their for a moment and Jan looked into her eyes coldly. "But if you don’t want to play along…"

Jan pulled hard on the hairs. "Aaah," Andrea yelped

"I can’t be held responsible for the consequences." Jan leaned in close so her lips were milimeters from Andrea’s. "So, it’s your choice. Are you going to play nice? Or are we going to play rough?" Jan tilted her head slightly to the side as if waiting for a passionate kiss. Her lips parted slightly and Andrea could feel her warm breath on her lips. It sent a quiet shiver down her spine, but she knew her answer.

"Go to hell."

Jan grimaced. "I was hoping you wouldn’t say that. I would have enjoyed this more if I could have taken the cuffs off." She still kept her lips incredibly close to Andrea’s as she spoke. She was trying to be as seductive as possible, but it wasn’t having much effect on Andrea’s mood. After a few more moments of silence, Jan grabbed Andrea gently by the hips and pulled herself forward, flattening her athletic body against Andrea’s. Her hands slid around to Andrea’s wet behind and squeezed each cheek gently, but firmly. "Mmmmm. I’ve never participated in the girls’ activities ‘till now. I wanted to get to the right moment." She whispered into Andrea’s ear. "Damn, you feel so good."

Jan pushed herself harder against the other woman, forcing Andrea’s spine against the pillar. Both their nipples quickly grew erect and painfully hard as they slid back and forth over each others wet tits. "Are you sure you don’t want this?" Jan moaned into Andrea’s ear. Before Andrea responded, she felt Jan’s wet tongue caress the lobes of her right ear. It slid around in circles once or twice, before Jan’s lips came down around her probing tongue.

Jan had found Andrea’s most erogenous zone and she couldn’t even try to hide it. She gasped as Jan’s tongue continued it’s slow assault inwards until it was locked around her ear, caressing and feeling everything. She suddenly wished her arms weren’t being held so far above her head. They were getting tired from being up there but she couldn’t bend properly to get them down. Instead she twisted her wrists and grabbed onto the pole above her as Jan slowly pulled away and moved towards her mouth.

Andrea both dreaded and pleaded for Jan’s lips to meet her own. She was growing too aroused from the soft assault of her ear and couldn’t think properly. It felt as if she were fulfilling a fantasy, not a nightmare. Finally, what she was waiting for happened. Jan’s lips met her own, softly at first, but quickly growing more and more fierce. She could feel Jan’s soft skin against her own as the kiss deepened and Jan’s tongue entered her mouth. It took all her willpower not to return the kiss, but the slight grinding of her hips gave her away.

Jan pulled away, her lips full with arousal. She kept them right next to Andrea’s so they practically touched as she talked. "It looks like you’re enjoying yourself, honey." The last word wasn’t met as a token of affection, Andrea realized. It was just another way of saying she belonged to Jan. Unfortunately, her own full lips and hard nipples gave her away. She didn’t respond. "That’s what I thought."

Jan leaned forward once more and kissed Andrea passionately. It was obvious to all concerned that it was more than a fascination that Jan had for Andrea. If anything it was an infatuation. The tips of Jan’s fingers toiled with Andrea’s rock hard nipples as the kiss continued, trying to get a little more growth out of the swollen nubs. "You think it’s time to take this to step two?" Jan asked rhetorically. Andrea still didn’t speak so Jan turned around and knelt down to pick up the baton that had fallen from her hands long ago.

The nightstick was the usual shape: a long rod, about a foot and a half long with a perpendicular handle placed about 6 inches from one of the ends, that extended from the main body of the thing about another 5 inches. "Can you think of any creative ways to use this?" Jan said teasingly. "I certainly can."

Andrea took the opportunity to look around the raining room. The other three women were staying out of it for now. They were just looking on with grins and wry expressions as Jan continued her sweet attack.

The slightly shorter woman walked back over to Andrea and lowered the baton between them. Andrea closed her eyes, preparing for either an attack or an unwanted intrusion into her pussy, but when none came, she opened her eyes once more. Jan was grinning at her and had inserted the long end of the baton almost entirely into her own pussy. Andrea briefly allowed her confusion to show through her face, but Jan wasted no time.

Jan pressed herself up to Andrea once more and suddenly she understood. She could feel the perpendicular handle of the club rub against her labia. As expected, one of Jan’s hands slid down Andrea’s wet skin and lined the 5 inch handle up with Andrea opening. Slowly, she shoved her hips upwards and the club made its way passed the pink folds of Andrea’s pussy and into its nether regions.

Although not as long as the average man Andrea had been with, it was thicker and just as rewarding in her incredibly horny state. And since the other side was imbedded so far inside Jan, her attacker didn’t have to hold it as she started pumping back and forth, working the handle like it was her own personal cock. One of Jan’s hands slid down to Andrea’s firm ass and grabbed her thigh. She lifted her leg high in the air so that the joint of her knee interlocked with Jan’s elbow. Then, so she could keep it up high, Jan grabbed hold of Andrea’s bicep. The new position forced her knee almost up to her chin, but further away from her body and all her weight had to fall on her other leg.

Andrea grabbed hold of the pillar to help support her weight. The effort was successful and to the other girls delight, forced her to flex her muscles all through her arms and abdomen giving them an even sexier view of her toned body.

Jan, now happy in her new position was able to push faster into Andrea, and slide slightly deeper inside. "Unnph," a hard thrust caught Andrea off guard and she couldn’t help but make the sound. Jan decided not to waste the opportunity and increased speed all around. Andrea’s moaning intensified and the heightened pace caused Jan to feel the bigger end, inside her even more. In a way, the hard thrusts were like taking blows to the stomach, forcing Andrea to breathe out loudly each time Jan plowed into her.

The other three women watched breathlessly as the spectacle continued. They crowded around the two humping females to get a closer look at the wet bodies in front of them.

Water cascaded down Andrea’s face, making it hard for her to see very well, thanks to her forced jumpy movements. She tried to keep her eyes open but beads of water continued to drip into them, relentlessly. Eventually, she gave up trying and closed her eyes, allowing her other senses to take over. She was immediately overwhelmed by the smell of Jan’s arousal. Even through the water she could smell the potent, but not repulsive odor her sex gave off.

She focused on the sounds as well. The soft grunts, each time Jan pushed in. The occasional gasps of the onlookers as they got a particularly good view of something. Even her own moans slipped out, despite her best efforts. She also noticed that both her and Jan’s were getting louder and quicker together. She could hear the low groans echoing softly through the room.

Jan readjusted her grip on Andrea’s shoulder and Andrea felt her leg move up slightly higher, opening her up even more. Continuing the motion, she grabbed Andrea’s soft knee and placed it over her shoulder. Jan could feel Andrea’s calves press firmly against her shoulder blade. Knowing Andrea’s exposed position tuned her on even more, and now, with one hand still holding onto the leg, her other massaged Andrea’s right breast with vigor, bringing her victim relentlessly closer to orgasm.

Andrea moaned at the touch of Jan’s fingers on her erect nipple. It was a rough touch but incredibly arousing. Jan pinched and rubbed the erect nub for a short while longer, forcing more moans and an arched back out of Andrea. It was as if her body was trying to push her breasts further into the exploring hand. Jan stopped playing with the nipple suddenly and Andrea was about to moan in dissatisfaction but was soon relieved when she felt the entirety of her palm press into the same breast.

Jan’s hand pressed firmly, rubbing and squeezing Andrea’s mammary. Her lips parted slightly to breathe out a moan and Jan seized the opportunity. She pressed her mouth hard against Andrea’s and kissed with as much intensity as she used on her breast. She wished Andrea’s hands were free to rub the fires contained in her own chest, but knew better of it. Instead, trying to quench her own needs, Jan removed her hand from Andrea’s breast and pushed her chest into her partners, hoping the wet slippery feeling would create the satisfaction she desired.

The hard nubs of her nipples ticked against the soft tissue on Andrea’s breasts causing her to arch her back even further. Water and sweat collected in their shared cleavage and rolled down the center of their bodies to their pubic hair and then down the portion of the baton sticking out beneath them. Jan’s now free hand made its way behind Andrea and down her back until she felt the fingertip trickle down the crack of her ass towards her anus.

Andrea tensed, knowing she couldn’t stop the mostly unwanted intrusion no matter what she did and stood motionless while Jan teased the opening to her ass with a wet index finger. It circled lightly around the crinkly bud, tickling at it and forcing the muscle to relax slightly. With the constant jamming of Jan’s hips she wasn’t able to focus hard enough to keep the finger out and slowly, it pushed its tip inside. Andrea didn’t feel much except pleasure, since only the very tip of the digit was inside her nether region and she hoped that’s where it would stay.

"You are tight down here, aren’t you," Jan said into Andrea’s ear before extending her tongue and pressing it erotically around the edge of Andrea’s lobe. Simultaneously, she pushed her finger in further until it reached the last knuckle. Andrea let out a moan that combined pain with pleasure directly into Jan’s ear and the thought of what she was doing to her captive was enough to get the dominant woman to orgasm.

"Ohhh, Andrea," she said as she humped a final time into the other woman and held her position there. Her finger started to curl inside Andrea’s ass and her pelvis twitched excessively. Jan shook heavily and buried her head into Andrea’s shoulder. "Unnnnn-aaaaaahhhhh," The long moan switched pitch in the middle and raised in volume. Her body shook more and more and her legs quaked.

Suddenly, Jan’s grip slid away and she fell almost gracefully to one knee, taking her finger and the night stick with her. It still stuck obscenely out of her pussy dripping with shower water and her own juices. She breathed deeply for a few moments and spoke. "That has to be the best orgasm I’ve ever had."

Andrea looked down at her as she talked, thankful to have both legs planted firmly on the ground once again. She remembered what Heather said about breasts and turned to look at Jan, beneath her. She had one leg bent at the knee with the foot on the ground, while with her right leg, the knee touched the shower floor. She was leaning forward with her palms flat on the floor and her fairly rounded breasts jutting out from in-between her long graceful arms. She found herself getting turned on, despite her captive state and for once, didn’t feel embarrassed about looking at another woman’s body.

Julie, who looked horny as hell from watching the show bent down so her face was near Jan. "Does this mean it’s our turn?" Jan nodded as she regained her breath. Julie spoke up again. "Um… Do you mind if I… You know," she gestured to the night stick. "Use that too?"

"Of course," Jan said pleasantly. She reached between her legs and slowly pulled it out with a surprisingly loud ‘schhhhhluck’ sound. She handed it over, slippery with her own cum. "Enjoy."

Julie took the night stick with a silky smile and turned to Andrea. Her breasts jiggled with her movements and wetly reflected points of light from the fixtures above. The muscles on her slim arms and tight petite stomach reflected wildly as well. Andrea found herself transfixed by all the body parts in front of her and barely noticed when the long end of the shaft was inserted into her pussy.

She continued watching her ‘attacker’ as Julie shoved the night stick further into Andrea. "Unph," Andrea moaned as she felt the head of the nightstick reach her cervix. Julie’s breast jiggled again as her arm pushing the metal rod in, stopped suddenly at the back of Andrea’s passage. She giggled slightly.

"Looks like that’s as far as it goes," she said looking down disapprovingly at the 2 inches or so of the 12 that were still poking out of Andrea. "Guess it’ll have to do." She smiled and removing her hand from the nightstick pressed her body up against Andrea’s tightly. She spoke softly in Andrea’s ear so no one else could decipher what was being said. "You know the only reason I’m in with these four is that they promised I could get a piece of you? I doubt you’ve even noticed me ‘till today but I think you’re the hottest thing to walk through these walls since the beginning of my time here."

Andrea wasn’t sure what to say to that, so she said nothing. Julie switched to Andrea’s other ear and spoke again. "Well, do me a favor and try to enjoy yourself. I’m sure you’d rather be sitting on your bed staring at the wall but do us all a favor and let loose a little bit. We’re not going to hurt you." She smiled again. "At least nothing not in the name of fun."

Andrea thought about what Julie just said and as much as she hated to admit it, she was probably right. She was at least (physically) having a good time, if not mentally, and what would she be doing otherwise. She just didn’t like the idea that she was forced into this by a bunch of thugs. Julie seemed alright though, if not a little misguided. Maybe she could let loose a little bit.

Julie moved again and gave Andrea her chance. She hovered, her lips inches away from the tied brunette and Andrea decided she didn’t care anymore. She leaned forward as much as her bonds would allow and kissed her passionately on the mouth. There was no feeling to the kiss other then that of sexual need. Julie returned it with full force and moved one of her hands to Andrea’s left breast. Her other hand went down to the night stick and slowly inserted the shorter end into her pussy.

Julie tensed her muscles as it sunk all the way home and Andrea watched her breasts tighten and move slightly closer together with the motion. She imagined Julie’s taut ass clenching and felt a flexed leg wrap itself around her hips. She couldn’t look down to confirm the feeling thanks to the lips that were still locked with here. Julie humped vigorously, biting and nibbling at Andrea’s lip but never drawing blood. It wasn’t long until they both reached a boiling point.

The wave of pleasure started deep inside Andrea’s tunnel and slowly washed its way outwards until it brushed passed her pubic mound and up through her stomach and into her breasts and nipples. She clenched her eyes closed and breathed loudly as her body shook. Apparently, the feeling was contagious. She soon felt Julie grabbing onto her tightly around the waist, shaking dramatically. A constant, "hmmmm," came out of her mouth as the feeling made its way through her as well and finally, slowly passed.

With difficulty, she pulled away from Andrea and brushed some wet hair out of her face. She gave a coy smile, but said nothing and silently walked away on unsteady legs towards where Jan was resting. She sat down in front of the other woman and waited patiently for the other two to take their turns.

Andrea heard soft footsteps to the side and she looked that way to see Kris and Alice both approaching. Alice was holding the metal case that Kris had brought in and Kris immediately moved in front of the hapless brunette. She pulled the nightstick out roughly and held it in front of her. Andrea sighed as she did so and looked up, slightly concerned, but trying not to look it.

"We’re starting a new tradition for our group and you’re going to be the first one to take part. Alice?" Kris turned towards Alice and she approached to take Kris’ place in front of Andrea. Kris, meanwhile, still holding the baton, tucked herself in behind Andrea so that she separated the woman from the metal pole. Thanks to Andrea’s cuffed arms, she couldn’t get to far away so her back pressed tightly into Kris’ breasts and stomach.

Alice, on the other hand, was busy carefully opening the silver container. Andrea was trying to peak over its lid and see what was inside, thus keeping her distracted from what was going on behind her. Kris had slipped the long end of the makeshift dildo into her pussy and quickly, without wasting time shoved the perpendicular end into Andrea’s ass. "Ahh," Andrea yelped at the unexpected and rather painful intrusion into her nether regions. The pole quickly found itself all the way inside her rear and she finally caught a glimpse of what was in the box. A needle and a number of earrings. She had just enough time to look confused before Kris bucked her hips into Andrea one more time. "Ahh," Andrea moaned again.

Alice stepped as close to Andrea as she could get and pulled out the needle. It was long and thin with a sharp tip. "What are you going to do with thaaaaaah," Andrea moaned again as Kris continued to buck. She couldn’t help but lunge forward slightly each time Kris’ hips came into contact with her ass.

"This is the new tradition," Alice explained. "We’re going to leave our mark on you." Holding the needle, Alice put down the metal box. "Now hold still. You’re breast looks pretty slippery as is and if you keep bumping forward like that I’m not sure I’m going to be accurate with this thing."

"How, ahh, how did you get that inside the prison?" Andrea asked stupidly.

"There’s always ways," Alice replied.

Kris, taking Alice’s non-verbal cue, reached around and pinched Andrea’s right breast with her hand tightly, forcing the nipple outwards. Andrea now knew without a doubt what was about to happen. Kris continued pounding into her ass and she worked as hard as she could to minimize the shock from each movement. She was also down to a small whine each time Kris shoved in, instead of an all out moan. She went bug eyed as Alice slowly moved the needle closer towards her nipple.

Her ass felt like it was on fire, from Kris’ constant pounding and as Alice pressed the tip of the needle against the side of her erect bud, she flinched, waiting for impending pain but found none. As quickly as it had started the needled was in and out with her barely even noticing. After the initial pinch, which paled in comparison to a black jack up her ass, it felt more like a tender bruise than anything else. Alice quickly grabbed a wet cloth and pressed it to Andrea’s nipple firmly to catch any blood that trickled down. Meanwhile, Kris picked up the pace, aroused by her participation in the event and reached to cup Andrea’s un-injured breast.

Alice, now content that the bleeding had stopped went back to the silver box and reached inside to grab a ring. The ring itself was quite basic. It was gold colored and a little over a centimeter wide. Andrea also noticed that it came already open and once closed, she suspected it would be exceedingly hard to remove it by herself.

Effortlessly, Alice inserted the ring and closed it up. She took a step back to admire her handy work. She seemed pleased with the results but Andrea was not at all impressed. She didn’t like to be branded. "It looks really hot," Julie piped in from the sidelines. Andrea was still not impressed, and as Kris continued to hump her raw asshole, she felt anger building. Unfortunately, she knew there was nothing she could do about it, so she waited.

Alice, too turned on to wait for Kris to finished, moved up to Andrea’s front and lifted one of her legs as Jan had done. "Sorry babe, but you’re too hot for words. I can’t wait any longer." She pressed her pussy to Andrea’s and let Kris’ humping do the work. Their soaking wet pubic hairs joined together to form a beautiful brown and blonde bush. Alice wrapped her arms around Andrea and Kris tightly, holding onto the pole behind them. She started moaning loudly.

Taking time to breathe, Alice moved her chest away from Andrea’s and grasped her right breast with the new nipple ring. The nipple and the ring stood out at attention attractively and she couldn’t hold on any longer. She reached an arm around to grab Kris’ ass with her right hand, while her left squeezed Andrea’s boob tightly. She came with a loud moan and Andrea felt a warm liquid combine with the shower water and roll down her leg.

* * * *

Andrea had had enough. After plenty of curious inmates had come and gone, she found one nice enough to get a guard and set her free. She had recently dried off and gotten dressed in her prison clothes before setting course for her cell.

Forced to stand and do nothing but think for a few hours cuffed to a shower pole had given her time to put all the pieces together and she thought she had a way out. Granted, it was risky, but she couldn’t afford to delay any longer.

She got to her cell and found it empty. Gracious for the first sign of good luck she opened up a book on the mantelpiece and felt inside. There was a small gray box inside with a switch on one edge. She took it out and put it in a pocket. After replacing the book, she set off in a new direction. The rear cell block wall.

It had taken her two weeks to figure out the exact location of the camera monitoring room without her actually seeing it, but as she approached the center of the worn down wall she knew there was only a foot of concrete separating her from it. The room so close to her and yet impossible for an inmate to reach was responsible for analyzing all the camera data in the prison and reporting anything that looked amiss. Clearly, they would be a large obstacle in her escape.

She located a fire extinguisher with all points and metals removed (of course) and leaned against the wall. She noticed guards on either side of her watching the inmates with a careful eye as she set to work, first removing a plastic strip on the rear of the small gray box, then sticking it to the wall, behind the fire extinguisher. She waited there a couple more minutes to let any suspicions pass, then activated the device. If all went well, the radios inside the monitoring room would find themselves on a different frequency.

She took a deep breath and headed towards the warden’s office. It would all be decided in a few minutes.

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**(Editor’s Note: Congratulations, you’ve just reached page 250 of II. See you at 500!)**

The short walk to the office was uneventful. She found herself at a barred gate right outside the powerful man’s post. A male guard approached her while another stood vigilant beside the gate. "Something I can do for you Miss.?"

"Ed, right?"

"That’s right."

"I used to know someone named Ed," she said mostly to herself but loud enough for him to hear.

"Is that so?"

"Listen, you’re a friend of Mandy’s right? From room 22?"

"I suppose so, why?"

"She’s worried she’s going to get attacked by the three sisters." The three sisters were a fairly unpopular prison gang, not too different from Jan’s group. "She wouldn’t let me talk to anyone but you about it."

Ed sighed. He turned to the other guard. "You okay if I go check it out?"

"Sure. Go ahead, she probably just wants some attention, if you know what I’m saying." He spoke with a smile but Ed was unamused. He seemed to be a pretty decent guy.

"You know it’s not like that. I’ll be back in a few."

Ed started walking out and Andrea casually made her way over to the other guard. According to his name tag, he went by "Laz."

"Laz, huh?"

"That’s right."

"I don’t suppose you’ll let me in to see the Warden?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Why do you need to see the Warden?"

"To talk."

The guard looked at her with a frown. "Sorry, he’s a busy man. You’re going to have to do better than that, if you want to talk to him."

Andrea shrugged, knowing that by now Ed was a good distance away. "Figured it was worth a try." Without pause for a response she came up with her right elbow and caught him on the jaw. The blow dazed him and not pausing for him to recover she put both hands together and brought them down on the back of his head. He collapsed, unconscious.

Knowing she’d have to act quickly she dragged him towards the far wall where the cameras in the room couldn’t see. With lightning speed she reached for his radio and turned it to the frequency that her little device would switch the monitoring rooms equipment to. She didn’t have to wait to hear a communication.

"…in district 27, over."

Andrea cringed. She didn’t move fast enough to hear the whole call. She’d have to improvise. Still out of site she moved the radio to her mouth and pressed the talk button. "This is control, we’re tuning into your camera system."

"Roger that control. Do you have it?"

"We have it. Stand down and we’ll send some people in to take care of it. Don’t set off an alarm. With everyone out of their cells we could have a riot on our hands." While she spoke, she grabbed the fallen guards keys and firearm. It was just a magnum .44 as she had expected, but it would be useful nonetheless.

"Affirmative, control. Standing down."

She tucked the weapon in the front of her pants and hid the radio in her pocket. She made her way to the door and unlocked the metal bars. Once on the other side of them, she closed them and broke off the key in the door. It would prevent anyone from following her without a cutting torch or a saw. She turned her attention to the Warden’s office. A swift kick took care of the Warden’s normal wooden door behind them and she entered the office, closing the door behind her.

She took in the scene quickly. The Warden wore a Coalition uniform with the rank of Major and sat behind a large, powerful-looking desk. "Who are you?" he asked nervously. Andrea kept an eye on him but turned her attention to the three visible cameras in the room. As she talked, she moved to each one and smashed them with the butt of her gun.

"My name’s Andrea Robertson. I’ve been here about six weeks."

The warden sat in his chair watching her with calculating eyes. He was obviously a trained soldier and would not be easily overcome. There was a large window behind his desk with several bars lying across it and Andrea knew that had to be her exit. "What do you want?"

"I want out, I don’t belong here."

He laughed as she smashed the last camera. "And what do you want me to do about it?"

Andrea looked at him plainly. "Nothing." She thought for a moment. "Well, you could back away from the desk." She pointed the automatic pistol at him. "Slowly."

He followed her instructions, realizing that she was not an average prisoner. She knew what she was doing and was capable of following it through. He stood up and walked backwards towards the window. Andrea circled his desk and sat down in his chair facing him. She reached behind her and started opening drawers.

"If I know commanders… You’ll have something with a little more kick then this baby in here. Am I right?"

"Energy weapons are illegal inside penitentiaries."

"Is that right?" Andrea said patronizingly. As her search continued she began to realize how difficult it was to watch him and search the desk. "You don’t have some hand cuffs by any chance, do you?" She looked to the ones obviously dangling from his belt. Without waiting for an answer she continued. "Face the window and cuff your hands behind your back."

He grumbled and did as he was told. Andrea walked over immediately after to check them. As she suspected they were loose around his wrist. She tightened them and turned him around. She gave him a quick pat down to make sure he wasn’t carrying any weapons and finding nothing she went back to the desk, now feeling more secure in her search.

She finished searching the drawers and found nothing. She checked the underside of the desk and again, she found nothing. She almost gave up hope but in the moment of her hesitation he glanced briefly under the chair at his desk. She smiled and flipped it over. There, in a small sheath was a compact energy pistol with three settings. Low, medium, and high. She smiled as she turned it to high and aimed at the Major. His eyes went wide as she spoke. "I suggest you move."

He dived away and Andrea fired, blowing out the window (and the bars protecting it) where he had just stood. She tucked both weapons back in her pants and headed for the window. "Over there." She pointed to the far side of the room and the Major moved as instructed. Again, she realized she had to move quickly. Someone certainly heard the explosion.

The office was on the second floor so it wasn’t completely unreasonable to jump. She decided it was her best bet and took her chances with the glass and metal shrapnel on the ground beneath her. She jumped.

The landing went relatively smoothly. She rolled with the fall and got up quickly before taking off at a sprint. The Warden’s office was at the edge of the prison and leaving through his window left her outside the penitentiary.

After a short run she ducked into a layer of trees and shrubs before disappearing into the jungle. One last problem kept her from moving forward. With the ease of construction (not to mention thoroughness of the Coalition), her clothing was assuredly planted with tracking devices. She took off her shoes first, and was grateful for the soft jungle ground. The rest of her clothes soon followed, but she dug out the radio to keep tabs on their movements. She set off in a sprint once more, carrying her as fast as the jungle would let her.

She ran until she was out of breath and further. She’d worked long and hard to build up her endurance and she was grateful for it. She could run for longer than almost anyone she had ever met and that counted for something, even without a lot of speed behind her. The radio constantly told her how to avoid their chase attempts. Apparently no one had caught on that she still held it. She arrived at a stream and a small clearing, and just when she thought she was in the clear, she heard the familiar thud thud thud of helicopter blades. Her heart sank and she stopped dead, midway through the clearing.

She hadn’t heard the helicopter until it was practically on top of her and had nowhere to go. Her hair blew back as the large vehicle landed a short distance away from her. The side door opened and she instinctively felt the fear that came with a loaded gun trained on her.

The first thing she noticed was a man in a Colonel’s uniform step out from inside and walk peacefully towards her. The blades of the helicopter slowly wound down to a stop casting the small glade in an eerie silence. He finally stepped out of shadow and Andrea’s eyes gave away her surprise. "Jack?"

"You couldn’t have saved your grand escape until tomorrow?"

"How would that make any difference?" She was still confused but the wide smile he had on his face gave her a little more assurance.

"I was coming to get you out. The other woman that was with you testified."

"So I’m free?"

"You certainly look that way," he said gesturing to her lack of clothing.

Andrea blushed. "Didn’t want to get traced."

"Good thinking." He seemed genuine in his comment.

Her curiosity got the best of her and she asked. "How did you find me?" He gestured to the radio. Andrea looked at it a little astonished. "It’s got a homing device in it?"

He smiled. "Don’t they all?"

She tossed the radio on the ground. "So what now?"

"Well, seeing as how the Coalition was in the wrong in this matter, and the fact that you didn’t get a trial, the two men you assaulted…"

She interrupted. "I was defending myself. Not assaulting people."

He put up his hand in apology. "Poor choice of words. The two men you kicked the shit out of are being relieved from duty and I imagine they won’t want to hold you accountable for the damage to the prison since you were technically being held illegally."

"Uh huh,"

"Okay, well how about we get you back to Trump Towers. You can see your friends there." Andrea nodded. "Oh, and I think I have something you can wear in the helicopter. Come on."

* * * *

Andrea was dressed in a fairly long, blue trench coat. She probably looked like a flasher but she was just grateful for something to wear. She felt oddly insecure around Jack as she sat beside him in the back of the helicopter. It was an unusual feeling for her and she didn’t like it.

"Can I ask you something?" Andrea asked simply.

"Sure."

"How hard was it to find the other woman to testify?"

"Honestly?"

Andrea nodded.

"Honestly," he repeated. "It’s all I’ve done for six weeks."

Andrea opened her eyes in surprise. "Why?"

"Because I believed you were innocent. And despite your opinions on the Coalition, some of us really are here to help." He stayed remarkably calm through his explanation and Andrea felt herself falling further into insecurity. She wished she could explain why.

"Thank-you."

"You’re welcome." He smiled and turned to look at her. "Maybe next time you won’t have to blow out a window and assault a guard before you trust me."

Andrea smiled back. "Maybe."

Jack spoke. "You mind if I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Andrea repeated.

"How did you sabotage the radio in the control room? We still haven’t figured it out."

Andrea smiled again. "I used a frequency modifier. It scrambled the radio frequency in there to channel 55."

"Really? How did you get it in the monitoring room?"

"I hid it behind the fire extinguisher on the cell block side of the room."

"Huh. So when they thought they were talking to control, they were just doing what you told them to?" Andrea smiled. "Seems your resourcefulness knows no bounds. Are you sure you don’t want to be on my special forces team?"

She emphasized the word, "YOUR special forces team?"

"Mine."

"No thanks. I still don’t work for tyrannies." Jack started to speak up but she stopped him. "Even if they have a few honorable officers"

The two sat in silence for a few minutes and she spoke up again. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"You can ask."

"I know you’ve done a lot for me but…" She hesitated.

"But…"

"But I need to get to Salt Lake City. Fast."

"Mmm, North America. That’s a good trip. I can’t sign out a jet for that long a trip, it’s too far into unknown territory."

"Oh, well thanks anyway." She responded quickly, not wanting to ask anything more of him in the first place.

"However," he continued. "We do have a couple freelancers that are heading up there tomorrow I believe for trade. I could pull some strings and maybe you could hitch a ride with one of them? But you’d have to leave your friends behind, unfortunately."

"As long as I get there fast."

He smiled reassuringly. "All right, I’ll arrange it as soon as we put down."

Andrea smiled thank-you and looked back out the window to see the only skyscraper she had seen in 5 years slowly growing larger as they approached. She found herself suddenly overwhelmed with a sensation she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Hope.

End, part 9."

Next: Chapter 10: "The Sky, on Fire" -- A flashback to Andrea’s younger years. Her first serious relationship, her first time having sex, and let’s not forget, the day the Invid arrived on Earth. It’s going to be a biggie folks!

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