Westbeach
by Dominica Potestas

Set in the world of Illakia. Read the introduction for more info.
Dominica Potestas does not condone any actions or opinions described in this story. Adults only.

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Part of a series about a harsh women's prison. Each part will look at the story of a different prisoner or an aspect of prison life.

Westbeach

I
Welcome to Westbeach

Westbeach Island Life Detention Centre is a relatively new prison to house the new class of female life prisoners.  In the twelfth year of his reign, Emperor Alexander IV passed a decree that those women sentenced to life imprisonment would be considered sub-human.  This was to ease overcrowding in the regular prison system, although the law would not be applied retroactively.  Now judges had three capital punishments to choose from - execution, slavery and life imprisonment.  Those sentenced to life would be those whose crime was not severe enough for death but too severe for slavery, those who could not be sold on an open slave market for whatever reason, or those who the judge had wanted to ensure suffered a life of misery.
	Westbeach was built to specially house these new sub-human lifers.  It was a modern building on a small island a few miles north-west of Grand City.  Only one cell block at the moment, it was spilt into a dozen landings of twenty prisoners each.  Each landing was run by a captain of the Imperial Guard, and at all times there was a one-to-one guard-prisoner ratio, sometimes more.  The guards were the cream of the IG, drawn in from other prisons, especially those with noted brutal and sadistic tendencies.
	One landing was run by Captain Richard Longstaff.  An officer in his late thirties, he had made a name for himself for running effective prisons before joining the PPED with great success.  Now he was a few months in to what he considered his best job ever.  He was responsible for 18 prisoners and over 40 guards on Landing D - his last two places would be filled in the upcoming week.
	At the moment, though, he was in his spacious office.  There was a gentle knock at the door.  He called for the knocker to enter.  In walked prisoner AD17, free name Emily Hayes.  She was a gorgeous eighteen-year-old blonde wearing the prison uniform - nothing at all but a white loin cloth, about the size of a small handkerchief.  The white loin cloth was the traditional costume of sub-humans, and the prison governor had decided that this would make an appropriate, humiliating and practical uniform.
	AD17 was here to serve the captain some tea and food.  She walked over to his desk with the tray, nervous, eyes down.  She was quite new - about a week - and Longstaff had had great fun breaking her in, as he was usually quite strict with newbies so that they were fully docile.  The girl put down the tray, mumbled her thanks to the officer and turned around to leave.  Longstaff smiled - her back, backside and thighs were still a criss-cross of red welts.  She was due another punishment tonight for not immediately sucking a guard off when commanded to (yes, that was a rule), although Longstaff had yet to decide what form that punishment should take.  She was only working in his office because there were no jobs elsewhere - Longstaff was sure to place her somewhere less comfortable next month.
	He sipped his tea.  Too sweet.  AD17 was still making her way out of the office.  Longstaff was weighing up whether too sweat tea was a punishable offence.
	"Stop," he commanded.  The girl stopped, now shaking, and turned round.  "This tea's too sweet," he said flatly.  He grinned as the prisoner dropped to her knees and started to beg.  Yes, she was docile - now he could now concentrate on making her long life a misery.  He held his hand up to stop her.  He now stood up.
	"I will deal with this offence when you were due to present yourself before me tonight," he said.  "So, for your previous offence regarding sexual availability, I will give you the following punishment now."  He was writing a note on his desk.  "Take off your uniform," he commanded.  She did and handed the cloth to Longstaff, who put it in a drawer in his desk, and withdrew steel handcuffs from the same drawer.  He casually cuffed her wrists behind her back.
	"You will not receive your uniform nor have your wrists released until you have offered to suck off every guard on duty on this landing this afternoon."  He slipped the paper into her hand.  "This paper will get you to the relevant areas and should be signed by those you offer yourself to. There are twenty-one guards on duty, so I think you need to start now if you want to sleep with clothes and free limbs."
	The girl was shocked, but meekly turned to leave.
	"You can start with this guard," Longstaff called, pointing to himself.
	Emily dropped to her knees.  He wasn't releasing his cock.
	"You need to ask, didn't you hear?" he taunted.
	She sighed.  "Could I please suck you off, sir?" she obediently said.
	Longstaff smiled at his imagination as she opened his flies with her teeth.

***

	After his lunch, Longstaff wandered down to the one-way glass window into the induction room, where his chief induction and medical guard, Sergeant Jeff Leon, was formally inducting Landing D's newest prisoner, Tracie Willets.  Willets had been convicted in Grand City yesterday on charges of embezzlement, which she had denied.  Of a good middle class family, the 23-year-old was working as a secretary for a government department, where she had been systematically creaming off the money she handled that was headed for the Imperial Army and Police, thinking her high standing was above her current paycheque.  The court had been outraged, and slavery had been deemed too good for her.
Willets was a small brunette, with a slightly brown complexion and a little bit of puppy fat that just added to her cuteness.  That wouldn't last long, Longstaff thought.  She had been an absolute cow in court by all accounts wearing her day-in-court trouser suit that spelled out bitch and making digs at her prosecutors.  Her face also had this superior feel, although it was tempered by her fear at just been sentenced to spending the rest of her life as a sub-human slave girl.  She was now been led into the whitewashed room chained and naked, as new sub-humans are made to strip in court.  This had taken her down one peg, but Westbeach would take her down many more.
Sergeant Leon was a professional and knew how to get results from inductions.  With the help of the guards who had brought Tracie in, he had her forcibly strapped down to a plain metal surgeon's table with straps at her neck, torso, waist, thighs, ankles, wrists and elbows.  Firmly secured, she wriggled with ferocious resistance, but she had been overpowered and could not move.  A ball gag was put in her mouth to shut her up.  Leon made a start on the induction.  First step was the removal of all remaining jewellery.  Now a sub-human, all of her material possessions were now legally the property of the state, which sold all such confiscations at auction.  Jewellery was usually the biggest cash cow in this system, so Leon was careful as Willets was stripped of her earrings, necklace, bracelets and rings.  Seemingly stripped off her remaining femininity, Tracie thrashed around again and grunted under her gag.  She then sobbed at the disappearance of her necklace, a family heirloom her grandmother hand given to her.
	The next step was to give her a powerful drug only available to Westbeach (partly because it was created here with inmates as guinea pigs) that would sterilise her for life.  Nobody had explained this to Tracie of course and she only screamed as she saw her womb being injected with a clear liquid.
	Still in shock at this invasion, Willets almost didn't notice Leon start the next stage.  He had laid a waxing strip on her shin, but now he ripped it off.  Tracie screamed into the gag at the shock.  Leon completely waxed her leg, totally uncaring to her suffering.  The process was predictably repeated on the other leg, Tracie now just sobbing.  Her mascara was running down her cheek.  The guards were laughing; they knew what was happening next.
	Leon turned his attention to the neatly trimmed triangle of downy hair at Tracie's crotch.  He got out a fresh waxing strip which covered the whole patch.  Tracie's eyes opened wide as she looked down her body.  Leon pulled, a sadistic twinkle in his eye as he looked back at her.  Longstaff could hear the screaming from through the glass, despite her gag.
	Leon now produced a tub of a white lotion and a pair of rubber gloves.  Putting the gloves on, he started to apply the lotion to the areas he had just waxed.  Willets inhaled deeply.  Longstaff knew that the lotion was another product developed especially for Westbeach through research here; it contained burning chemicals that burned hair follicles and caused a considerable amount of pain that lasted for about five minutes.
	Longstaff turned to leave as the guards were looking out tattooing equipment.  The new inmate would be tattooed with her inmate number - her new name - on her abdomen, written downwards on the right hand side of her navel.  She would then be turned over and implanted with a slave microchip on the back of her neck before a barcode was tattooed there.
	Back in his office Longstaff completed the paperwork on Willets.  Her new name was to be AD54.  Inmate numbers were made up of wing, landing and then a randomly-generated two-digit number.  Her new home was to be cell 19; prisoners not only stayed on the same landing for life, but even lived in the same cell for life.  There was no practical reason to change a slave's life in this manner.  At 23 years old, Longstaff thought, she could potentially have another 20 years to live in her new hell; never to wear clothes again, never to be called Tracie again, never to live anywhere but cell 19 or see anywhere beyond the island, never to taste nice food, never to have a day off work, or be shown respect or love again - never to have consensual sex again.
	Still, that was less time than for teenagers like AD17.  Westbeach accepted any women aged 15 and over, the age of majority for women, and Longstaff knew there were a few 15 and 16 year olds in the prison.

***
AD54 was drugged at the end of her induction.  Her unconscious body was taken to Landing D's holding cell.  There, she was hung by the wrists, awaiting Captain Longstaff's introduction.
***

During the turnover of staff on Landing D during late afternoon, Richard Longstaff called for the knocker at his door to enter.  Inmate AD17 entered.
She had completed her task.  All 21 guards on duty had taken advantage of her offer.  The teenager now stood before Longstaff naked, handcuffed and ashamed once more, cum still slowly oozing from the corner of her lips, her restrained hands unable to wipe away the evidence of her deeds dribbling down her chin.
Delicious.
"Number 17, I presume you completed your task?" Longstaff chuckled, looking up.
"Yes sir," AD17 replied quietly, eyes cast to the floor in shame.
"Good."  Longstaff stood up and took the piece of paper from the trembling prisoner.  21 names signed.
"Now, about your other offence," Longstaff said, turning back to AD17.  He gave no indication that he was to free her hands or give her cloth back.  "Now, not being able to make tea suggests that the gift of taste is wasted on scum like you," he said thoughtfully, "I think then that an appropriate punishment for you is no food for 24 hours."
AD17 looked up at the captain horrified.
"But sir..."
"And for talking out of turn," Longstaff interrupted swiftly, "you've made that period 48 hours. I thought you would have learned the consequences of talking when not spoken to by now, 17."  He now decided to release her wrists, unlocking the cuffs.  She rubbed her wrists in relief.  "You also won't be receiving any clothes back for those 48 hours," he said.  "Dismissed!"  She turned and went back out the room.  As the door closed, Longstaff could hear her crying outside.

***

Bored during the afternoon, Longstaff decided to go and pay AD54 a visit, pre-empting the guards bringing the wretched female up to his office.
Longstaff entered the holding cell, flanked by the two guards who were on sentry.  The former Miss Willets was hanging naked and unconscious from chains in the ceiling.  Her arms were taut and her ankles shackled together by a two-foot chain.  Her brunette locks were curling over her slumped face.
"Wake her," Longstaff ordered.
One of the guards slapped the prisoner round the face with some force.  AD54 slowly and groggily opened her eyes as a red mark formed on her cheek.
"Welcome to hell, number 54," Longstaff with faux cheeriness.
"Go to hell," Tracie slurred.  Longstaff signalled to the guard.  His fist connected with Tracie's soft belly at great speed.  The prisoner was thrown back, chain dangling loudly, as she grunted and screamed.
"You will learn respect very quickly, 54," Longstaff said as Tracie inhaled deeply.  "But we'll have a long time to teach you it," he said as he caressed her face, something that she clearly didn't wish for.  He turned and left, and the two guards followed him.  He turned to the senior one.
"Take her to her cell," he told her.  "Every Landing D guardsman, on or off duty, is free to go to cell 19 at any point of the night and make use of inmate AD54 in any means they like; spread the word."

***

AD54 was left to hang for a couple of hours; the guards had other things to do and Willets' welfare wasn't very high up on the list.
Eventually the guards came to release her from the holding cell.  She was tired and exhausted, her arms aching agonisingly from her continued suspension, but she was not in a better mood.  The two men released her almost useless arms and handcuffed them behind her back.
"Let me go you fucking bastards!" she screamed as she struggled.  She was slapped again on the face.
"You will show respect to prison staff at all time!" she was told.
"Fuck off!"  Again, she received a hard fist to her unready soft belly, right on her sore tattoo, winding her.
"You'll soon learn," the guard said.
The silenced prisoner was taken to the corridor of cells on Landing D.  It was a simple corridor, with 20 cells on one side.  The cells were separated by a foot-thick breeze block wall, and the cells themselves were only seven feet by five feet.  The cells consisted of nothing but the concrete floor, the hard walls and a simple ring set into the far wall for attaching chains.  One side of the cell was traditional prison bars, which opened outward to act as a door.  Tracie was taken to the last cell, where she was left, naked, handcuffed and her ankle shackled to the wall.  As a last touch, the guards put a ball gag in her rebellious mouth.

***

Tracie was left for a couple of hours.  Eventually, there seemed some activity in the corridor.  From her vantage point at the end of the corridor, she could not tell what was happening, until finally the door at her end of the corridor opened.  A girl, like her naked, but unlike her skinny and toned with bronzed skin and dirty blonde hair, was led past, shackled and chained.  She could hear the girl being placed in the cell next to her.  Tracie was chilled to her core.
Not long after, a group of half a dozen guards crowded round her cell, looking in with lecherous stares.  Instinctively, she crawled to the back of the cell and tucked into a ball.  The men laughed, and one produced a key.  Looking cruelly at the naked girl, he unlocked the door, and the group of guards piled in.
Tracie squealed in fear as one of the guards, the most muscular, forcibly dragged her arms away from her foetal form and up above her head.  She started to struggle, but her cries were muffled by the gag she was still wearing.  Her wrists were dragged to the other end of the cell, her feet flailing wildly as she was stretched face-up.  Her outstretched hands were shackled to the bars of the cell.  She cried through the gag, but the men could not have cared less for her comfort.  She felt her ankles being spread by a bar, to beyond shoulder width.  One man stood over her with a cruel smile on his face.  He bent down and took out the ball gag.
"No! Please no!" Tracie wailed for the brief moment her mouth was free.  But the man was fast and had fitted a ring gag that stretched her jaws painfully in no time.
She felt her backside being lifted, and what felt like a pillow was placed under the small of her back, lifting her groin up in the air.  Her eyes widened in shock and fear as a man knelt down between her outspread thighs and released his large cock from his trousers.  She began struggling again, but she was suddenly pinned down by another man straddling her torso.  She squealed when she felt the cock penetrate her pussy, suddenly feeling full and dirty.  To her horror, the man straddling her torso whipped out his cock, another large one.  He reached over her head, and produced another dirty pillow, which he used to prop her head up.  He then thrust his member into her outstretched mouth, and started brutally fucking her throat.
She was struggling to come to terms with these twin outrages when she felt the cock in her pussy stop pumping.  She then felt the knots of cum start spurting out deep inside her.  She felt abused and hollowed to the core.  She would have moaned had her mouth not been full of cock.  Not as soon as her first rapist departed her abused pussy, the next man slipped his cock in, and started thrusting forcefully, not caring much as to her well-being.
"Brace yourself, bitch," the man on her chest said.  Just then she felt his cock stop pounding her throat and sure enough, a large volume of his sour-tasting cum spilled down her gullet.
"Swallow!" he barked.  She did so, now compliant and obedience through fear and horror.  She grimaced at the taste.
That man dismounted off her chest and spat in her face for extra effect.  The slobber merely combined with the tears falling off her cheeks.  The next man now straddled her stomach.  He didn't reach for her face, which surprised her, but instead fondled her large meaty breasts.  Now she did moan.  She was feeling less and less human and more and more a mere piece of meat.
The man squeezed her breasts together and, to her shock, thrust his bared penis between them, and started fucking her tits.  Just then the invader in her pussy spewed forth and withdrew, and was again swiftly replaced.  She moaned and tried in vain at squirming between her twin aggressors, and began to feel increasingly uncomfortable down there.  Her eye line was now concentrated on the dickhead that kept poking through her tits.  Suddenly, she saw this cock twinge, and a cum load cannoned across her face and upper torso, splattering her with the white sticky substance.  That man let his cock wilt, and was again quickly replaced by another, who this time fancied her presented mouth.
She didn't notice the constant stream on men leaving and entering her cell.  She quickly lost track of time and lost count of the number of times she was raped.  She quickly became like a ragdoll, losing all resistance to the terrible deeds perpetrated on her body, tried to remove herself from what was happening.  Man after man pounded her pussy until they decided it was no longer useable.  After that, they concentrated on her mouth and breasts, or some just simply wanking over her and cumming on her prone body.  Her hair congealed round her face and at one point an eye was congealed shut by dried cum, but her rapists made sure she could see what was happening.  She had had no idea that men were capable of such sadism, of such cold-heartedness, but then she had never met the men who had been selected for Westbeach Life Detention Centre before.
Eventually, at some point in the night, they gave up on her mouth and simply flipped her unresisting body over.  Placing the mangy cushion under her groin, they started abusing her ass.  She was an anal virgin, and, face to the floor, was rather unawares as to what was planned for her when she was turned over.  Her first anal rapist did not care for these details, and forcibly pushed his hard cock through her resisting sphincter muscles.
"Hell, she's fucking tight!" he exclaimed.
After that first rape, it became gradually easier, but no less harrowing.  Nobody noticed her weeping onto the concrete floor.

***

Every man had had his fill of the former Miss Tracie Willets.  Longstaff was sure of that.  She had been raped constantly all night, by the 20 or so guards on duty.  It was time for her to begin her new life as a sub-human.




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