INTO DARKNESS

BY ROMAN

[ part 1 ]

It’s a beautiful early morning. The sun is just coming up over the horizon and is glowing bright red. I stare out the window of the plane as it streaks across the Nebraska sky. Suddenly I feel it start to descend and slow. We are going to land. The pilot comes on and says its going to be a warm sunny day. Not a cloud in the sky. I hear a distant voice telling me to take one long last look as it will be a long time before I see the sun again.

I don’t wonder why. I am chained to the voice. We are going to a juvenile facility tucked away in the Nebraska farmlands. It is supposed to be escape proof. The last place I was locked up was so escape proof I got out in less than twenty four hours. I wonder how long I will be here before I get out again.

We’ve landed. I get up and the matron with me pulls me back down into my seat. “Might as well wait here till payin folk get off. You ain’t in no hurry no how.”

“Yes Ma’am.” I sat back down and watched as the rest of the passengers de planed. Then after they were off, I and the matron got up and we walked out the door. I thanked the crew for the quiet flight and they replied in kind. Then we were down the jet way into the terminal. Since we had no baggage we walked briskly through the terminal and out into the daylight. A black car was waiting for us. I got in and Matron unlocked the chain and gave it to someone else.

That person got behind the wheel and we were off. Off to a place that I soon spotted in the distance. It was cold grey building with nothing to identify it as a “facility.” It was windowless. No bars, no wire, no yard, just there in the middle of this cornfield. We drove up the long drive to what appeared to be a garage. A door was raised and we were inside.

“Bitch get out of the car!” came a command from nowhere that I could see. I got out of the car and stood beside it waiting to be released. Instead a door opened and I walked through it. It closed with a loud clunk. Then another door opened and I walked through it still cuffed.

When I got through the second door, a woman came to me. She took off my cuffs and then she said in a demanding voice, “Strip.” I looked at her. Again she said, “Strip.”

“I beg your pardon,” I replied. But she did not respond. She got out a rod and pointed at me.

“You have thirty seconds to get those clothes off, starting now. One, two,” she slowly counted to thirty.

I stood for a few more seconds and then decided I did not want to find out about the rod so I took off my clothes. Then I was put up against a wall and my cavities were searched.

Then another door opened and I walked or rather I was shoved through it. I got a two minute shower. The water was turned on and off for me. Next I was given three bras, three panties, and three jump suits. After that I was allowed to go to the dining room.

There I was given a tray and told to eat. I was going to ask to get dressed first, but thought better of it. I ate and then was taken to my cell block. One set of iron bars opened and then I walked in. Then another set opened and I walked through it. When it closed, I was in my block. I walked down the hall and found an open door. I walked in and it closed. I took a look at my surroundings. The usual cold steel toilet and sink, a mattress on a bunk made of cement. A desk built of cement in the wall and mirror of sorts above the sink. Not one made of glass but one of those non functional mirrors you occasionally see in restrooms made of steel and polished aluminum. I sat down on the bunk and began to sob.

I remembered what had gotten me here. I joined a neighborhood gang when I was ten. I was a tough girl. I could take what ever the members dished out. I was good in bed. I was capable of taking on three boys at one time and giving them all a good ride. I could carry guns places that the cops would not dare to look. I was a good moll and I acted my role.

Then came my downfall. I was not good at stealing. I tried shoplifting and got caught. I tried robbery and got caught. I tried several other crimes and always got caught. By the time I was fourteen I had been in and out of so many juvee facilities that I no longer cared or counted where I had been or how many times I had been there. But the last time I got caught I was involved in a shooting. I didn’t pull the trigger but I got caught with the murder weapon up my cunt. I was sentenced to four years in jail. I was taken to the jail but it didn’t take me two days to escape. That escape was my mistake. I returned to my neighborhood and my mom turned me in.

Now here I am in this god forsaken hole in the middle of Nebraska with no one and nowhere to go. I get dressed and put the rest of my clothes in my locker. Then I stand up and walk to the cell door waiting to be let out. Its five am.

The doors open and I walk out into a corridor. I stand across from my cell and wait. I know the drill. The guards do a head count, check the cells and then you walk back in and wait for breakfast to come. Only it doesn’t go that way. The cells are locked and we turn and face a door at the end of the corridor. No one speaks, but we begin to shuffle through it one after another. I follow and the two behind me do the same.

Then it’s the dinning room. We walk to empty tables and sit down. Each table goes up to the counter one at a time and is served. Back to eat, take the tray to the return line and back to the table until its time to get up to leave. We spend about thirty minutes in the mess hall. While we are sitting waiting for all to finish, I wonder why this place is so silent. There is no talking, no one yelling or screaming, and there is no one even whispering to her neighbor.

We get up and walk out of the dining room and down the corridor to our work areas. I am new so I do not expect to be getting a job today. I start to slow and the girl behind me pushes me forward. In a few minutes I am standing in front of a woman who hands me a mop. You will mop corridor A today. The girl behind me is also assigned to mop the same area. We take our mops and our buckets and walk to corridor A.

I start in mopping the hall way working from left to right. First the water, then the mop then ring out the mop and soak up the water. I am swinging away when I accidentally ran the mop against a guard’s shoe. He grabbed the mop from me and turned it upside down. Then he put the mop in my face.

“Bitch do your job and don’t try to clean my shoes.” He said as he rubbed the thing all over my face. I sputtered and spit dirty water. I tried to spit on him. He saw it coming side stepped and then he grabbed me by my wrist, pulled my arm up behind my back and growled something to the effect that if I tried that again I would be in the block for assault and there would be more time added to my sentence. I turned to him apologized and went back to work.

A little while later, I was called out and asked to report to a counselor’s office. I was escorted by another guard down corridor A and into another part of the prison. I knocked on the door in front of me and a voice said come in.

He introduced himself as a counselor and asked me to sit down. I did and he then got out my file and we spoke about my school record. I told him I was truant a lot and he agreed with me. He also informed me that if I did not improve here it would be tough on me. Then he came in front of his desk sat down on the edge of it and said, “Blow me.”

I looked at him in disbelief. Again he commanded “Blow me.”

I just stared at him. Then he turned, went to his intercom and spoke in a very low tone, “Uncooperative.”

In seconds, there were two guards in his office flanking me. One got one arm the other got the other arm. Together they lifted me off my chair and pulled until it felt as though I was being split in two. I screamed.

“Scream again and you’re a dead girl.” said one of the guards as he pulled harder on my arm.

“Blow me.” said the counselor again and these two go away. I nodded and they let me go. I fell down to the floor trying to pull my shoulders back into place.

“Your first lesson. Never hesitate to respond to a command. If you do, we come down on you hard. Since you are agreeing to use that pretty mouth of yours I won’t send you down stairs. Let me tell you don’t get sent downstairs. Now do as we say and do your time and you’ll be fine. You are not a number here, you have a name, Amy isn’t it?”

I nodded.

“All right Amy. Strip! I now knew better than to argue. I unzipped and my jump suit fell away. I dropped my panties and unfastened my bra. Then I went over and sat on the floor placing my mouth right in front of his dick. I grabbed it and began to suck. I worked that thing till it got hard. Then I got one hell of a surprise. The man forced my face right into his crotch. I gagged. He did it more. I gagged and vomited all of breakfast. He only let up enough so I would not choke and then he rammed his hardness down my throat again. I gagged again and my fluids washed down my chest covering my tits and down to my cunt. He only laughed. Then he came. His thick white hot cum filled my mouth. He told me to swallow it all. Somehow I managed to and he then let me up and told me to dress.

“From now on you will suck my cock or a guard’s cock daily. You will do it without being told and will do it willingly. Failure; and, well, downstairs.”

I nodded turned and left. I had an escort back to my corridor. I had to finish mopping and my arms hurt like hell. I was sure if I complained about it, it would only make my term here worse. So I kept my mouth shut and went ahead and finished mopping.

A bell rang. A whistle blew and we were lined up. I gathered we were going to school. We were marched in a single file to a classroom not to far from the counselor’s office. We took our seats and waited. In a few minutes a teacher showed up with a guard. She told the guard to wait outside.

School lasted the rest of the morning. Again a whistle and a bell. We got up, lined up, marched out the door down the hall to the mess hall or dining room. We sat down at our table, got up table by table to get our food. Finished lunch and back to the school. At three thirty we were marched back to our own corridors and to our own cells. At no time was there any talking.

This routine went on for a few days. Get up, work, counselor, blow job, school, lunch, school and then back to our corridors.

I think I had been doing this for a week though I was not sure. One morning a guard came in to my cell. “Strip.” I looked at him in disbelief but something told me to do as I was told. I stripped and stood right in front of him. He turned me around and told me to bend over. I turned around with my ass facing him and bent over. Then he told me to spread my cheeks. I said, “What do you mean?”

He grabbed my ass and pinched my cheeks hard. “Now grab those cheeks and spread them.” He instructed me.

I caught on and pulled my ass cheeks apart. He shoved his fingers in me as hard as he could.

“If you scream bitch you will not be liking the result.” I stayed still. I spread my cheeks as far as I could for him while he fingered my ass and cunt.

“Nice. Bet you like being fucked don’t you?” Then he took out his long thick prick and rammed it up my ass. In a few moments he shot his load.

“Now drop your hands to your sides, squat and shit out my cum!” He commanded. I squatted and tried to pump out his white hot load. Not only did that come out but so did a load of turds. I tried to stand up but he grabbed my neck and forced my face down in front of the horrid pile.

“Lick it all up! Do it! Lick it all up now.” I gagged, I vomited. I tried to get out of doing what he wanted but in the end, I licked up the shit, cum and vomit. Then he let me up and told me to dress.

He then took me out of my little cell and down the corridor to the iron door. It opened and we were allowed through to another corridor. A short walk and I was in a big room with lots of other girls. They were all about my age and they were all chatting with each other. The chatting stopped as soon as I entered.

One of the girls, to me she appeared to be a leader, came over. “Bitch,” she said, “You’re mine. You are fresh meat, nothing else. You ain’t shit, you are not even worthy to eat my pussy.”

I looked her up and down. I knew that to survive I would have to whip her. It would not be easy. She probably had twenty pounds on me. Still I knew I would have to beat the tar out of her if I was going to be left alone. As she turned to walk away from me, I grabbed her shoulder, spun her around and hit her with a hard right. I followed that up with a good solid punch in her stomach and then kneed her as she went down gasping for breath.

She went to the floor. She doubled up and while she was down a few of the other girls went over and let her have it with their fists and feet. I gathered she had done things to them they did not like.

When she got up on her feet, she was so angry that she came after me with her fists and tears in her eyes. I knew then I had her. I side stepped her headlong rush and as she flew by me I let her have it with both fists again. She went down. I was going to get her again but the door came open and in rushed two guards. They grabbed me, spun me around, and while one held my arms, the other smashed her fist into my face. Blood went everywhere. I tried to fall down as things began to go black. The guard held me up and the one in front of me, hit me again. This time I did collapse. When I came to, I was in a little room. No windows, no air, no nothing.

I got up walked around my space. I guess the room was about eight feet by about six feet. I found a small cot in the middle of it with some straps on it. I tried to figure out where I was. It took a moment to figure out I was also nude. In a few more minutes a woman came in.

“Like to fight do you? Well I have a way of dealing with girls like you. Get on the cot face down.”

“Why?”

The next thing I remember I was face down on the cot, stretched out and tied up. Feet tied one to each side, arms stretched and hands tied one to each side. In my middle was a strap that went around the cot and me holding me down to the cot. I looked up.

The woman had a buggy whip in her hand. She swung it several times through the air it made an awesome whirring noise. Then crack it cut into my ass. I screamed in pain.

“OOOOH.” It landed again. “OOOWWW!” After several more I finally passed out. When I came to, I was untied and ordered to stand up. I felt for my sore and cut up butt.

“Had enough!” I looked and saw my tormentor laughing at me. She was still holding her whip. “You ready to give up?” she queried. I just nodded then I did something I was sure I was going to regret. I went to her and landed a hard right on her nose. The blow knocked her down and when she tried to get up, I hit her again. Each time she tried to get up I hit her. Then when she was out of it, I stripped her. When she finally came to, she realized she too was nude.

“Put your face right here Bitch!” I commanded and forced her right into my pussy.

“Now eat me! Make me cum!” I must have made my point cause she ate me out till I screamed in pleasure. “You’re so good. I’m cumming! Cumming! Cumming hard!” I shook and shook as she continued to pleasure me.

I knew I had her when she said, “Mistress please may I lick your ass?” I bent over and spread my cheeks. Her tongue was wet and hot as she licked my nether hole and fingered me to another roaring orgasm. I spun around after I came to my senses, grabbed her by the throat and told her that if she ever told anyone about what happened she was dead.

I let her up, helped her dress, and we got back to my punishment.

She left and I remained on the cot face down trying to collect my thoughts. I do not know how long I was in the room. I was let out by my now Mistress, guard and escorted back up the room I came from. I walked in the door and sat down. Apparently I must have gained some sort of reputation because the girl who tried to fight with me on my first day came over to me and said no one had ever been able to take on a guard and make her, her own before.

I smiled. I thanked the girl.

She began, “We have to have a heart to heart conversation.”

I interrupted. “From now on I am the boss here. If I catch you tormenting any girl without my permission, you are dead understood!” She nodded. I continued. “You will do exactly as I say. You will not demand anything from anyone and anything you want has to come through me.” Again she nodded. Then I told her to go to her cell, strip and fuck herself with her favorite toy. I watched as she stripped and got on her bed. She got a toy and began to ram it in and out of her wet pussy.

I turned to one of the younger girls. “Would you like to do something to her?” She nodded, went into the cell, got a paddle and while, “What’s your name?” “Beth” said the girl as she swung the paddle and connected with the pussy in front of her. The girl in bed screamed in agony. “I feel better now.” said Beth. “I gave her what she gave me the other night.”

I took the paddle from Beth and turned to the girl. “You like to hit girls?” She nodded. “Big mistake.” I turned her over, shoved the dildo in deep and while she was trying to withdraw it, I brought the paddle down on her ass as hard as I could. The girl screamed and begged me to stop. “I got your message.” “Are you sure?” “Yes and by the way my name is Lisa.”

“Like I care! Your name to me is cunt, pussy, bitch or anything else I want to call you.” She nodded and held her ass. I made her take her hands away. It was red, welted and split in places. The paddle had done its work well.

“Bitch get up, dress and keep your mouth shut.” I commanded. Lisa got up, dressed very gingerly and came out into the room. All the other girls smirked and snickered at her. Her authority was gone, her fight was gone and she was finally humble and mumbled that she was sorry she tried to fight with me.

We all gathered around Lisa. She was crying and mumbling that she really wasn’t tough she just wanted to survive this place. She had come here because she escaped from the other facility more than three times and they deemed her incorrigible. This place was to teach her how to behave. What it was teaching all of us was the strong survive.

Time goes by very slowly in this sort of place. I glanced at the clock on the wall and was surprised it was only eight pm. Lights were not going to be out for another hour maybe an hour and a half. There is a television behind a Plexiglas covered niche. We turned it on and watched the program that was on.

There was no way to change the channel that button had long ago been broken. We watched someone complain about the local price of corn and then we turned it off. There was a pool table in the room, no balls, or cue sticks. Lisa informed all of us the guards took them after someone threw a ball and hit one of the women in the chest with it.

We found some cards and soon we were able to play a reasonable game of poker. This became interesting very quickly. Since none of us had any money and there was no way to get any, sex was the commodity that was up for grabs.

I being, the only one who anything about playing cards carefully taught the others. We played for small things first. All of us had panties and these became our chips.

We didn’t actually put them on the table we simply used them as the basis of the bet. It went like this: One pair got you fingered, two fucked, and three anything went including anal.

I told all of them the way of the cheats, the way to bet and the ways to win by bluffing. One little girl who none of us really paid much attention to was one of the first to sit down at the table.

She dealt the first hand and suggested five card stud. We anted up and started the game. In seconds she was betting her ass against mine and my mouth. I was intrigued. “You like girls?”

“Oh yes. I am going to win this game tonight and you are going to spend the night in my bed making me cum.”

“Is that so.”

“Yep. I raise you three.”

Now I was really curious.

“You really want me to bed you down tonight?” I asked with some surprise in my voice.

“Yep. You’re in my cell and have the upper bunk.” she said, pointing to the cell directly behind me. Now I was sure that since my stuff was there, she was my roomie. I just played my hand and lost for the first of several hands. At ten o’clock came the call for lights out.

I went in to the cell and the little girl who won my affection for the night followed me in.

“Wait a moment, please. I want to feel each part of you as you get undressed.”

I nodded and began to take off the jumpsuit. She came over put her hands on my shoulders and slipped the sleeves down my arms. Then she kissed me, and let the suit fall to the floor exposing my panties and legs to her. She dropped one hand to my thigh and slipped her fingers in my panties pushing them down and off me. I stepped out of the clothes and her hands immediately found their way to my now wet twat.

“UMMMM!” I moaned ever so quietly. She pulled me to her, reached behind my back and unfastened my bra. Then she played with my tits and pinched my nipples slightly. While she was playing with my titties, I unzipped her suit, slipped it off, dropped her panties and then took off her bra. We kissed, a deep passionate kiss with tongues finding their way into each others’ mouth. When we came up for air, I asked if we could get into bed. She pulled me into hers and after some more touchy feely, I went down on her.

Just as I started to eat her out, along came a guard and ordered us to separate and for me to get into my bunk. I thought I could get his cooperation by offering him a blow but he refused.

“Get up in your bunk at once or go to the hole!”

I replied, “Yes sir!” and scrambled up to my bunk.

“I come around in a half hour. If I find you out of that bunk and doing anything to that girl you are going to the hole for the next week. And this time you won’t be able to do anything do you understand?”

I nodded. I was certain my guard had not said anything about my beating her ass but I was just as certain that the word had gotten out. I got into my bunk and whispered to my roomie, “What’s your name?

“Karen,” came her reply. “I am the youngest one here.”

“What did you do to get here?”

“I was being fucked against my will by my big sister’s boyfriend and I knifed him.”

“You off him?”

“You bet. Unfortunately my sister did not tell the truth and the jury convicted me of murder. So here I am.”

“Is that all there is?”

“No, there were a few escapes, a guard who was very angry and several hearings.”

“So you got a rep?”

“Yep.”

“I do too.”

“Yeah we heard all about how you got that guard to lick you and call you mistress. Now you really have to watch your back. Everyone here guards, and cons all expect to try to break you. Difference is cons have their own way of doing things. And watch out for Lisa she’s the one you finished today. She and her gang are going to be gunnin for you.”

“Thanks. Karen if you ever need anything you just come look me up. From now on no one will mess with either of us.”

Karen was going to get in bed with me but a guard walked by and shone his light in and right at my head. He said something about paying me back so I just laid there and did nothing. Next thing I know the wake up call is blaring away.

I got up and out of bed and shook Karen awake. She too got up and we got our towels and went to our cell door. A few minutes later it opened and we went to the shower room. There were all the others from our block there and Lisa comes right up to me.

“You wait. Its not your turn till I say it is.”

When she finished her veiled threat, I side stepped her and then swung my fist as hard as I could into her nose. She went down and on her way her chin caught my knee.

“It’s my turn now.”

No one moved. I sensed I was in for another pummeling but no one did anything. They just all stood around and watched me shower. When I got out, dried and got ready to leave Lisa was just getting up off the floor.

She started to swing again but thought better of it. Instead she sniffed and mumbled something about watching my back. Several others decided now was the time to shift alliances and all said we got you covered.

The door was opened and we walked back to the block and went to our cells and dressed. Then it was breakfast.

A slow march to the dining room, (mess hall) a tray of food and a place to sit down. Lisa sat down next to me and took my toast. I simply watched her do it, looked around and decided now was not the time to fight. She took my eggs then. Unfortunately for her, the guard who I had tangled with earlier saw her and came over.

“She bothering you, Mistress?” Now the cat was out of the bag so to speak. This guard was protecting me. Lisa looked up at her and told her to mind her own business. The guard called one of the others over and said Lisa was bad mouthing her. The two of them lifted Lisa up, bent her over and proceeded to give her ass a good going over with their batons. When she began to scream and protest they pulled her up, took her out of the room and I presumed she was on her way to solitary.

We finished eating. As we got up to leave in single file several girls surrounded me. This can’t be good I thought. One of them a bulky girl maybe fifteen tried to be tougher than the others. She got in my face and pulled out a shiv. I knew immediately she was going to try to knife me so I just leaned back against the wall and told her to bring it on. She lunged I ducked, she hit the wall and the shiv went flying. Then I simply drew back and let her have my right and then a left and a knee to her gut. She went down. On her way to the ground my other knee caught her crotch and she screamed bloody murder.

A guard came running, saw the knife, grabbed it and then got another guard and they took this girl away too. The rest of the girls got silent and fell into line.

“You did good.” Karen whispered to me, as we sauntered down the hall toward the cell block.