Linda at the Young Offenders' Institute

[femlord]

10)

Linda knew that Snowdon would be hell and that even the drive there would be an utter ordeal. The only thing she had going for her was her strength of will and her physical strength. She knew she could probably beat the crap out of most of the other unfortunate girls she'd find there but the staff of course would be a different matter. Whatever they dished out to her - and she already knew it would involve rape, torture, humiliation and hard physical labour - she'd just have to grit her teeth and take it. Swearing under her breath was about the best she could hope for in the way of comebacks.

Suzy Wilson of course would be hopeless in Snowdon. Linda felt not the slightest compunction about having humiliated the young girl and got her sent to Snowdon as an inmate along with herself. But anyway, it would be a grim six months that lay ahead.

Morning came and Linda was woken roughly by the guards.

'Get up, Marshall! Move that fat lazy arse of yours at the double!'

'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' Linda forced herself to say.

'Well, cunt, do you want the bad news or the bad news?'

'Whichever you'd prefer to tell me first, sir.'

The guard laughed at that.

'Six months in Snowdon will break you, Marshall. It will finally destroy that fucking arrogance that really pisses me off about you. Anyway, the first bit of bad news is that you'll be transported to your Welsh palace completely naked. The second is that we've gone to the trouble of making your journey to Snowdon as unpleasant and uncomfortable as possible.'

Linda controlled a strong desire to give the guard some verbals. Instead she said nothing at all, waiting for him to continue.

'Nothing to say to me, Marshall? Aren't you looking forward to your journey to Snowdon - and the horrors that await you when you arrive there?'

Linda, fuming, realised that she was expected to humiliate herself yet again.

'Yes, sir, of course I'm looking forward to it very much.'

The guard laughed again.

'Well, the van will be here in twenty minutes to pick you up. That gives us just enough time for me to have some more fun with you. I'm going to rape you, Marshall. Do you think you'll enjoy that, cunt?'

Linda had gone beyond the point of dreading being raped. She knew it was unpleasant, degrading and (especially the way the guards did it) painful as well, but she'd been raped so many times she'd got used to it. She'd even learned to anticipate the verbal humiliation that was generally required of her by her rapists.

'Yes, sir, I'm sure I'll enjoy it very much, sir. In fact, I'll fucking love it, sir, like the dirty whore I am. But hopefully not as much as you will, sir.'

The guard laughed again.

'If you were a man, Marshall, I'd say you've got balls. But as you're only a girl, I won't. You've just got tits and a cunt, that's all.'

'Yes, sir, that's very true, sir. But if you don't mind me saying, sir, there are two types of girls, I think. There are girls who have a pussy and girls who have a cunt. I've got a cunt, sir, and I'd say that's the nearest equivalent to having balls that a girl can ever get, sir.'

He smiled when Linda said that.

'Yeah, I get what you mean. Yes, I'd say in those terms, Marshall, you're a girl with a cunt rather than a pussy. But it won't do you any good. I'm gonna rape the shit out of you just the same.'

'Of course, sir. Thank you, sir.'

So the guard cuffed Linda's wrists behind her back, shackled her legs and then began to rape her. Brutally, forcefully, without any consideration for her. When he'd finished coming inside her cunt he made her clean up his prick and then slapped her face, punched her tits and kicked her up the cunt. As a final touch he spat in her face and then pissed on her naked body.

'What do you say, Marshall?' he asked cruelly.

'Thank you very much, sir,' Linda responded.

In spite of the pain, the humiliation and the violation she had endured worse. She was sure that she was going to be raped and beaten much more severely at Snowdon.

 

[femlord]

11)

Soon after Linda’s latest spell of abuse the van turned up. The guard pushed her outside onto the car park area. Linda noticed at once that the van was designed to hold up to twenty criminals being transported, and four of the 'seats' in the van were already occupied. She saw that one of the girls already in place looked about 18 and the other one looked about 19. The third one she recognised at once and laughed when she saw her.

'Suzy fucking Wilson,' said Linda. 'Enjoy your time in Snowdon, bitch!'

Suzy, already traumatised and terrified, said nothing.

The fourth girl in the van was impossible to distinguish because her face was completely covered from view in a horrific looking device.

The guard who pushed Linda inside the van laughed when he saw her horror.

'This bitch,' he told her, 'we call the cunt in the iron mask. It was captured' - Linda noticed that the guard didn't even say 'she' but referred to her as 'it' - 'when it was caught trying to recruit two young cunts to the feminist cause. It's been tried and sentenced to a year's hard labour at Snowdon followed by a transfer to an adult prison when it turns 21 where it will spend the rest of its life at hard labour. That's if it survives Snowdon, of course. Not everyone does.'

He looked at Linda with a smile almost of approval.

'You'll be all right, cunt. I can see you're a strong girl. You'll make out all right and if you change your attitudes you might even become a trusty there. How long you got in Snowdon?'

'Six months, sir.'

'You curious about this cunt here?'

'It's none of my fucking business, sir.'

'No, it isn't. But it might be fun to tell you anyway. The twat here is wearing not just the standard restraint gear for transporting juvie cunts - the handcuffs, the shackles, the waist chain but it's also gagged and it also has to wear the restraint mask. That's why we call it the cunt in the iron mask. Its mask is made out of a series of iron straps fastened under its chin and attached to a metal collar around its neck. The collar and the straps are all studded with nice iron spikes to make it even more comfy for it. The straps go behind its neck as well and it's got a ball gag in its stupid fucking gob to shut it up and eye patches to act as a blindfold so it can't see anything. It's even got a padded section for its ears so the twat can't even hear anything. We've also run the iron straps over its head to increase the discomfort it feels. On top of the mask we've also fitted it with a hood made out of black leather to completely enclose its ugly fucking mug. Do you think that's a fair way to treat a cunt like that?'

'I'm sure it deserved everything it got,' Linda said cautiously. 'After all, being a feminist is one of the worst things a cunt can be and to try and persuade other cunts to believe in that disgusting perversion is totally wrong, sir.'

The guard laughed when she said that.

'What's your name, twatface?'

'Marshall, sir.'

Linda had become so used to answering to her surname that she automatically just gave that when asked for her name.

'Got a first name?'

'Linda, sir.'

'OK. Linda Marshall, eh? Oh, that name rings a bell. Weren't you the cunt that just got a public whipping?'

'Yes, sir.'

'I've watched the video. You were great entertainment.'

'Thank you, sir. I'm glad you were able to have fun watching my well deserved punishment, sir.'

'Well, get in the van, cuntface.'

'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.'

Linda was then lifted onto a long metal bench. As soon as she sat down on it she discovered it was studded with cruel metal spikes that dug into her prominent arse. Oh well, what else can you expect from a bunch of perverted sadists, she thought.

'Right, now for the finishing touches before you're ready to be transported to Snowdon.'

Linda felt a large metal belt being wrapped around her waist. Like the seat on which she sat, it was studded with spikes. When the belt was secure enough for the guard's liking, he clipped a ring on the end of the belt to a hook on the wall of the van. He then padlocked the belt with a key and then fitted a metal collar, also studded with spikes, around Linda's neck. That too had a ring in it which he used to attach her collar to another hook on the wall of the van. He then secured the leg irons around her ankles to a large metal ball in the centre of the back of the van.

'Comfy, Marshall?' he asked mockingly.

'Yes, thank you, sir, lovely and comfy, sir.'

He laughed again.

'Now for the finishing touches. I'm sure you'll agree they'll make your journey even more comfortable.'

'I'm sure I will, sir,' Linda forced herself to say.

She felt a metal rod, studded with spikes, being forced up her arse. It hurt when it entered her anal passage and she knew it was going to become even more of a painful and unwelcome invader as the long journey continued. Another metal rod, also studded with spikes, was then pushed up her cunt.

'These beauties,' the guard told her, 'serve a threefold purpose. One is to hurt and humiliate you further on your long journey. The second is to stop you wasting time by shitting during the journey. The third you'll find out when you need to piss. There are metal buckets underneath your seats and there's a funnel section to your seat which is automatically designed to open whenever you piss. But the fun part is that every time you piss in the bucket, the rod up your cunt will give you a hard electric shock to your cunt. Isn't that fun, Marshall?'

'Absolutely, sir.'

'Now for the last part of your restraints.'

He went across to Linda's tits, squeezed and groped them for a bit before fitting a pair of nipple clamps on each of her tits. Linda felt the pain but she'd had clamps on her enough times to know that the pain would be even worse when they were removed from her nipples. Each nipple clamp had a strong chain attached to it with a ring on the end which the guard then attached to an overhead hook in the ceiling of the van. The clamps began to pull on her nipples and Linda knew that it would be hell with the long journey that lay ahead of
her.

'Well, that's you fitted up,' he smiled. 'Now I'll turn to the cunt on the other side of you.'

Linda was sandwiched between 'the cunt in the iron mask' and another young girl. He repeated the procedure with her though with less banter. The girl looked scared and Linda guessed it was her first time in trouble. She noticed at once that although, like
the other two girls in the van, she was fitted with a spiked metal rod up her arse, instead of a similar one up her cunt she was fitted instead with a chastity belt. Linda was intrigued by that and made up her mind to ask her about when the guard was finally gone. He was satisfied eventually and prepared to leave.

'There are three of us taking you to Snowdon,' he told the young women. 'We take turns in driving and we'll take the slow and scenic route. We will take breaks during the course of our journey. You cunts will NOT be allowed any breaks. You don't need toilet breaks because you can't shit and you've got the buckets underneath you if you need to piss. As for food and drink, we'll see if you deserve any.'

Then the guard left, slamming and locking the van door shut. Linda waited till she heard the van start up on its journey and then turned to the young girl who, like Linda, was still able to speak.

 

[femlord]

12)

Linda introduced herself to her fellow-traveller to the Young Offenders’ Institute.
'Hi there. I'm Marshall - Linda Marshall. They're sending me to Snowdon for the next six months. What about you?'

'I'm ... I'm Tara Bates. I've got three months in Snowdon.'

'I'm 18. How old are you?'

'18 years old.'

'I got sent here for car theft, joyriding, vandalism, being a female in possession of alcohol while under the legal age for women of 25, consumption of alcohol while being under the legal age for women of 25, intent to supply alcohol to males under the legal age for men of 18, possession of drugs for personal consumption, consuming drugs, possession of drugs with intent to supply, ‘the use of wanton, depraved and obscene language,’ ‘sluttish and whorish behaviour,’ suspicion of prostitution, indecent exposure, lack of respect towards a police officer, attempted bribery of an officer of the law, vandalism, and shoplifting. What about you?'

Tara gazed at Linda in amazement.

'Wow, that's a heavy rap sheet. And you only got six months?'

'Well, considering I was fitted up for every one of the charges it's six months longer than I fucking well deserved. Anyway, what did they get you on?'

'I was found guilty of 'loitering with intent' outside a strip club.'

'And I take it you weren't loitering.'

'No, I was waiting for my brother. He told me to wait for him outside while he went in to watch the show.'

'And the coppers picked you up while you were waiting, I suppose?'

'Yes, they did.'

'And what about your family? Didn't they try and get you off?'

'Not really. I think they look on me as a bit of an embarrassment to them. No boyfriend, not much prospects in the way of a job when I leave school. I reckon they're glad to be rid of me for a while.'

Linda looked at Tara. The girl was quite good looking; fairly short, average size tits - not big like Linda's but certainly not the almost invisible jokes that Suzy Wilson had on her chest.

'No boyfriend, eh? I wonder why?'

'I guess I'm just not sexy enough for the boys. And the couple who have sort of - fiddled with me and that - tell me I never show any enthusiasm for it when they touch me. And apparently I'm a terrible cocksucker.'

'These things come with practice. Are you still a virgin?'

Tara blushed.

'Yes, I am.'

'That must be why they fitted you up with a chastity belt instead of that spiked metal dildo that I've got up my cunt.'

'Oh, I see. I didn't realise.'

'So you've sucked cocks but you've never been fucked up the cunt or arse?'

'No, I haven't.'

'Well, I've got the feeling by the time you leave Snowdon you'll have had to do both those things. Anyway, good to meet you, Bates. I'll try and look out for you in Snowdon.'

'Thank you - what did you say your name was?'

'Marshall.'

'Oh. Didn't you have a first name?'

'Yes, Linda. But Marshall's fine. I've been in trouble so much over the last few years I've got used to being called just Marshall.'

'OK, Marshall. Thanks for the offer.'

'No problem, Bates.'

Linda then turned to the older female in the van.

'What's your name?'

'Gemma Johnson.'

'Age?'


'19.'

'How long you got in Snowdon?'

'Nine months.'

'What for?'

'Assaulting a man.'

Linda laughed.

'That's a good one! Want to talk about it?'

'He was trying to rape me and I resisted him. So of course I got arrested by the cops.'

'Well, that's the way things are for girls these days. Maybe us three should stick together. Safety in numbers. I know the ropes so stick with me and you'll survive that hell-hole. This your first time in juvie?'

'Yes.'

'Well, good to meet you, Johnson.'

Linda drew her attention to the fourth female in the van.

'You notice the cunt in the iron mask? I bet she's going to have a worse time than any of us at Snowdon!'

'You're probably right.'

The van made its journey to Wales via as many side roads and roads with potholes as possible. Every time they went over a hump or pothole the vibration sent waves of pain shooting through their tits and arse and cunt. The pressure of the metal spikes on the bench also hurt the longer it continued.

'Why are they so cruel to us?' Tara asked in desperation.

'They're just sick fucking sadistic scum,' Linda told her. 'They fucking love hurting and humiliating us in every possible way. You just learn to get used to it. What else can you do?'

'Used to it? Have you had much practice before then?'

'Too fucking right. I've been abused at school, by cops, by juvenile officers, probation officers, work experience bosses and a few random others. I've spent time at approved school and even though this is my first time in juvie I think I know the ropes and I'm prepared for anything the bastards throw at me.'

They fell silent for a while, reflecting on the hard and probably horrific time that lay ahead of them.

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[femlord]

13)​

After an hour they felt the van stop. The girls heard the front door open and the guards go out. Even though they were left on their own they were still in their restraints and knew that it would be pointless even to try to escape.

'Wonder how long the fuckers will be gone for?' Linda asked.

'Not too long, I hope. How long can this journey take?'

'If they drove properly about five or six hours. The way they're playing it more like ten or twelve.'

'Oh God. How can I stand twelve hours of this pain?'

'It could be worse. You could be the cunt in the iron mask.'

'I suppose so, but even so. These nipple clamps are hurting me like hell and the rod up my bottom is too.'

Linda looked at Tara and laughed.

'If you're gonna be spending three months in juvie, Bates, you got to learn to talk the lingo. You DON'T have a bottom or even a bum; you've got an arse. Just like you don't have breasts or boobs; you've got tits. You don't have a fanny or pussy or vagina; you've got a cunt or a twat. You don't even have a mouth; you've got a gob. Generally a stupid fucking gob, in the eyes of the guards. So what I'd have said in your shoes was, 'fuck, these nipple clamps are hurting my tits like hell and the rod up my arse is too.' Got that, Bates?'

'Yes, I've got that now. Thank you, Marshall. I'll remember to speak - the lingo.'

After the van's fourth stop - the guards stopped every hour and their break lasted for half an hour each time though of course the prisoners in the back of the van had no way of keeping track of time - the back door was opened. By now all three of the girls had pissed in the metal buckets underneath the seat and found out that the guards had been correct. When they pissed, the rod up their cunt gave them an electric shock. Tara's chastity belt didn't have a rod up her cunt but it had electrodes attached to it which were also primed to give her an electric shock when she pissed in the bucket.

'OK, bitches,' said a different guard. 'You three' - he pointed to Linda, Tara and Gemma - 'can have something to eat and drink now. The cunt in the iron mask can go without - unless it wants to ask me nicely!'

Tara looked as if she was about to say something in reply to that but Linda shook her head. The girl understood at once and kept silent.

'Well, bitches, what's your names?'

'Marshall, sir.'

'Bates, sir.'

'Johnson, sir.'

'Right then. Would you two like anything to eat and drink?'

'Yes, please, sir,' Linda answered at once. 'Thank you for all your kindness, sir.'

The guard laughed.

'The pleasure is all mine, twatface. Have you eaten anything yet today?'

'No, sir.'

'Well, would you like to?'

'Yes please, sir. I'd fucking love it if you were kind enough to give us cunts something to eat and drink, sir.'

'Do you deserve anything to eat or drink?'

'No, sir, of course not. We deserve nothing. But you gentlemen are always so kind to us cunts that I hope you can find it in your merciful hearts to give us some food and drink, please, sir.'

The guard laughed at Linda's speech.

'You'll do all right at Snowdon with that attitude, cunt. I'll go and see what I can do.'

'Thank you so much, sir. We really are so grateful to you for all your kindness.'

As soon as he was gone Tara stared at Linda in disbelief.

'Is ... that ... the sort of way we're expected to talk to bastards like him?'

'Frankly, yes. Unless you want to be on permanent punishment duty and fuck knows what else the scum dream up. You learn - if you want to survive - to kiss arse. And I mean that quite literally. You'll suck cock, be raped up your arse and cunt, be beaten, whipped, tortured in whatever other ways they can dream up and they'll treat you like shit. You can expect constant brutality, contempt, rudeness and just about anything you don't want to happen to you will happen. So wise up, Bates. It's a world where the fucking patriarchy dictates everything. You go along with it - or at least pretend to - and you survive. If you don't - well, take a look at the cunt in the iron mask over there, for starters. Do you want to end up like her? So just knuckle under, always be polite, obedient, respectful, thankful and enthusiastic no matter how much you want to kill the fuckers or at least smash their faces in.'

'I ... I didn't know ... things would be ... like that.'

'Well, they are, Bates. So fucking roll with the punches or they'll hurt more. And always treat men like they're some kind of God and you're just a piece of shit they stepped in.'

'Well, I suppose I should be grateful to you.'

'I don't give a fuck if you're grateful or not. Just do it if you want to survive.'

The guard opened the door of the van again and produced three burgers. Linda smiled at him happily.

'Thank you so much, sir. You're very kind.'

The guard, laughing, opened her burger and deliberately spat inside it. He didn't just spit, he cleared his throat first to coat the burger with his phlegm. Then he handed it to Linda and waited for her reaction.

'Thank you very much, sir. And thank you for your extra kindness in spitting in my food, sir. And even going to the trouble of making it extra tasty for me by giving me your phlegm as well as just your spittle, sir.'

He looked at Linda almost admiringly.

'You'll do all right at Snowdon, cunt. With an attitude like that you'll be a trusty in no time.'

'Thank you, sir. I'll try my best to behave as I should, sir.'

He took out the other two burgers and spat in them. This time it was just spittle without the phlegm. Then he turned to Linda.

'You left-handed or right handed?'

'Left-handed, sir.'

'In that case, I'll uncuff your right hand while you eat.'

'Thank you, sir.'

The other two girls were right-handed so he released their left hand from the cuffs. Linda picked up the burger with her free hand.

The two girls watched Linda munching away at the defiled burger with astonishment. The guard grinned and turned to Gemma and Tara.

'What do you say, cunts?'

Gemma reacted first.

'Thank you for your kindness, sir. And thank you for spitting in my food to make it extra tasty, sir.'

Tara responded similarly.

Suzy Wilson looked at the guard imploringly.

'Please, sir, could I have something to eat, please?'

The guard gave her a hard look.

'I've had special instructions about you, Wilson. No food or drink for you till you get to Snowdon!'

'Serves you fucking well right, tiny tits!' Linda laughed.

The guard laughed too and then left them to it. As Linda munched away on the burger the other girls spoke.

'How can you ... eat that?'

'Well, I'm hungry. When you've been up against it as often as I have you learn to eat what you can when you can and not think too much about it. If I was you I'd just forget about your disgust and just eat the crap. You'll probably get a lot worse than that to eat when you're in Snowdon.'

The three girls ate their burger, Tara and Gemma much more reluctantly than Linda. Then Linda stared hard at Suzy.

'Well, Wilson, you'll be in Snowdon later on today. There are two things you need to know about it. One is that the guards have been given special instructions about you so you'll be treated like shit by them. The other is that you're going to be MY bitch in prison, twatface, so I'll make your life even more of a living hell than the screws will. And because these ladies are my friends you'll treat not only me but them with absolute respect and you'll obey any order they give you every bit as much as if it was one of mine. Got that, tinytits?'

'Yes,' Suzy mumbled fearfully.

'Yes WHAT, cunt?'

'I ... I don't quite know what you want from me, Marshall.'

Linda glared at her.

'Well, for a start, some fucking RESPECT! You, Wilson, will NEVER call me Marshall; you'll call me Miss Marshall or ma'am. Just as you'll call these two ladies Miss Johnson and Miss Bates or ma'am. And if you're addressing us collectively, you'll call us ladies.'

'Yes, ma'am. I'm truly sorry, Miss Marshall.'

'So you fucking should be! I'll punish you later for your rudeness. And don't forget you'll be sharing my cell so there's no escape from me.'

'I understand, ma'am.'

'Good. So what are we?'

'You are ladies, ma'am.'

'And what are you?'

'I ... I'm not sure, ma'am. What am I, please?'

Linda laughed.

'You, Wilson, are just a cunt. A stupid, lazy, ugly, retarded, tiny-titted fucking bimbo cunt. So now tell me what you are, twat.'

'Yes, ma'am. I am just a stupid, lazy, ugly, retarded, tiny-titted fucking bimbo cunt, ma'am.'

'Don't you ever forget it. We are ladies; you are just a cunt.'

'Yes, ma'am. You are ladies and I am just a cunt, ma'am.'

Linda smiled happily as she saw the beginning of tears forming in Suzy's eyes. She was going to enjoy making the young girl's life as miserable as possible while she was in Snowdon.

Then the guard returned. He had three plastic beakers of water and he looked at Linda with a broad smile.

'Right, cunts, I'm going to give you something to drink. You'll be pleased to hear it's dirty warm water and to give it extra flavour I'm going to add a few extra ingredients to it for you.'

'Thank you very much, sir,' Linda said instantly.

The guard then spat in each beaker and then unzipped his trousers and pissed in the water. Tara and Gemma tried to conceal their disgust but Linda just smiled.

'Thank you so much, sir. It's very kind of you to improve the flavour of the water for us with your spit and piss, sir.'

He laughed again when she said that.

'What about you two cunts? How do you feel about me pissing and spitting in your water?'

'It's ,,, it's very kind of you to do that, sir,' Gemma said reluctantly.

'Yes, sir, it's very kind of you,' Tara said.

'Well, enjoy, cunts!'

Then he was gone. Linda gulped down the disgusting liquid without a qualm but the other two stared at her.

'How can you drink that?' Gemma asked.

'Practice,' Linda smiled. 'Believe me, this is nothing to some of what you'll have to get used to drinking. Neat piss isn't the worst of it either. So just drink up, learn to control your gag reflex and stay strong.'

The two girls reluctantly drank the liquid. Five minutes later the guard returned.

'Enjoy that, cunts?' he asked them mockingly.

'Yes, thank you, sir. Very much indeed. It was fucking delicious, sir,' said Linda.

'Yes, thank you, sir,' the other two answered quickly.

'Well, let's get you re-handcuffed properly.'

He refastened their hands back in the cuffs behind them and grinned.

'The three guards on this transit duty have got two days off before we make the return journey. That means we'll be staying in Snowdon for a couple of days. Not in the cunt cells, obviously, but in the luxury apartments for prison officers. I've got a feeling we'll get to know you cunts quite well over that time. Marshall, you seem to have the best attitude out of the other cunts. You've certainly got the best tits. It says on your record you enjoy being raped. Is that true?'

'Yes, it is, sir. Very much indeed. To be honest, I fucking LOVE being raped, sir,' Linda forced herself to say.

'Well, in that case, you'll have a wonderful time at Snowdon, Marshall. You'll get raped by the guards, by visitors who pay the staff to be allowed to rape the inmates and even maybe some of the investigators from the Department of Justice who come round occasionally to confirm to the media that rape and torture of female inmates never ever happens in British prison. We let them rape and torture the cunts of course and then they go back to the media and deny that it happens. Doesn't that show how fair and just our treatment of criminal cunts in Britain is?'

Linda controlled a strong desire to lose her temper. Swallowing her pride, she made the answer she knew was expected of her.

'Yes, absolutely, sir. It's totally fair and just that all these gentlemen should be able to rape and torture the cunts and then quite rightly report back to the media that nothing of the kind ever happens, sir.'

The guard laughed.

'I do like your attitude, cunt. I really think you might survive Snowdon quite well. Any questions before I go back in the front?'

'Do you go to Snowdon regularly, sir?'

'Not as often as some prisons, no. But about half a dozen times a year, maybe.'

'And do you know who the head cunt is, sir? The prison top bitch?'

The guard laughed again when she said that.

'Ambitious, are we? Or nervous?'

'Just curious, sir.'

'Well, at the last visit which was two months ago the top cunt at Snowdon was a 20-year old bitch called Alison Watson.'

'Thank you, sir. I'll keep an eye out for her.'

The rest of the journey dragged on and on but eventually, after another stop, the van arrived at its final destination. Linda and her companions felt the van doors open yet again and this time they were released from the restraints holding them to the van's interior.

The blessed sensation of some degree of circulation returned as only their wrists and legs were still handcuffed and shackled. Except for the cunt in the iron mask, of course, who remained in the rest of her bondage and wasn't even moved from her seat.

'We'll take that cunt in separately,' the head transit guard told the other four. 'You bitches, follow me.'

He led the four girls out through the main car park and to a gate operated by an electronic code. Tapping in the security numbers, he and his prisoners were finally admitted. They found themselves in a large room where they were told to stand and wait quietly. After a few minutes a receptionist appeared, a young girl who looked about 19 years old.

'These the new cunts, sir?'

'Yeah, all but one. The other cunt is still in the van. It's been scheduled for - special treatment. The cunt in the iron mask - did they tell you about it?'

'Oh, yes, sir, they told me. Right, let's process these four bitches first and then I'll get on to the cunt in the iron mask.'

The girl looked at the four young girls standing naked and handcuffed and shackled in front of her.

'OK, twats, I'll book you in.'

And that was the beginning of the next phase of the misery at Snowdon for Linda and her companions.

 

[femlord]

14)

Linda and her three fellow-prisoners stood before the receptionist. She pressed a buzzer on her desk and a gruff male voice shouted back at her.

'What the fuck do you want, cunt?'

'Sorry to disturb you, sir. Four new twats have arrived to be processed. Plus of course the cunt in the iron mask though it hasn't been brought out of the van yet because the gentleman guard told me it would be processed separately, sir.'

'Well, I suppose I'd better come down and see the new cunts.'

'Thank you, sir. I'm so sorry to be wasting your valuable time, sir.'

'So you fucking should be, cunt!'

She turned to the four girls and spoke quickly to them.

'I suppose we'd better get you processed. Right, let's start with the obvious. Names and ages.'

She looked at Gemma.

'Well, cunt?'

'Johnson, Gemma, age 19.'

'You?' she asked Suzy.

'Suzy Wilson, 18.'

'You?'

'Marshall, Linda, age 18.'

'You?'

'Bates, Tara, age 18.'

The governor came out to the reception area shortly. He was a man in his early fifties and looked at the new arrivals curiously.

'I suppose we'd better get you fully processed into the system. Welcome to Snowdon Young Offenders' Institute. Or, as we prefer to call it, Slut Reform Centre. Are you all looking forward to your time here?'

Linda spoke up at once.

'Yes, thank you, sir. Very much indeed.'

The governor scrutinised her carefully.

'Who are you, cunt?'

'Marshall, sir.'

'Ah, Marshall. I've heard a lot about you already. I’ve watched your public punishment several times now.'

'I hope it gave you pleasure to see my just punishment, sir.'

The governor laughed.

'I've heard you're a bitch with a smart gob. Well, we won't tolerate a bad attitude or bad behaviour here. So watch your step.'

'Yes, sir. I promise to try to behave, sir.'

'Well, I suppose that brings me neatly to the purpose and function of the Slut Reform Centre. You' - he pointed to Suzy - 'I've seen already on video being made an utter fool of by Marshall here. You're Wilson, aren't you?'

'Yes, sir,' a trembling Suzy answered.

'Which of you cunts is Johnson?'

'I am, sir,' Gemma answered.

'Hm. We don't take kindly to cunts who assault gentlemen, Johnson. I'll keep my eye on you. And you' - he pointed to Tara - 'must be Bates.'

'Yes, sir,' Tara answered.

'Right, cunts, listen up. This is the last chance saloon before adult prison. Here we try to reform the sluts who pass through these doors and make them change their attitudes and behaviour so they can become decent, productive, useful members of society. We punish infractions severely but we also aim to rehabilitate cunts. So let's begin with a little experiment. Marshall, I'll start with you.'

'Thank you, sir,' said Linda quickly.

'You've got a long criminal record already, haven't you?'

'I'm afraid so, sir.'

'And were you guilty of all the charges against you?'

Fighting back a strong desire to retort, Linda gave the only answer she could in her situation.

'Totally guilty, sir. 100% guilty of all those despicable crimes, sir.'

'What about you, Johnson? Are you guilty of assaulting a gentleman?'

Gemma hesitated but took her cue from Linda.

'Yes, sir. I'm afraid I was guilty of that despicable crime, sir.'

'Bates? Are you guilty of loitering with intent outside a strip club?'

'Yes, sir. I'm afraid I am guilty, sir.'

'Wilson?'

Suzy was either extremely stupid or very foolhardy because she didn't play the game as the other three had.

'No, sir, I'm not guilty of any of the crimes I was accused of, sir.'

'Really? So you're denying that you were found guilty of feminism and lesbianism?'

'I was found guilty of them, sir, but I WASN'T guilty. The court made a mistake. In fact,' she started to become angry, 'if it wasn't for' - she pointed at Linda - 'the cunt over there, sir, I'd still be working in TV instead of having been unjustly sentenced to time in here, sir.'

The governor looked at Suzy with a frown on his face.

'So are you suggesting that the gentlemen who found you guilty made a mistake? And that the magistrate who sentenced you to imprisonment in Snowdon made a mistake? Or even acted unjustly?'

Suzy hesitated but she'd already gone too far to back down now and she wondered if there might even be a faint chance that the governor would show her mercy and see that her sentence had been a total travesty of justice.

'I think the gentlemen who found me guilty made a mistake, sir. An honest one of course and they were manipulated by that bitch Marshall into making it. Just as the magistrate made a mistake in not overruling the - jury's mistake, sir. And his sentence was - because Marshall deceived him into making a mistake - therefore unjust, sir. That's what I think, sir. I shouldn't be here at all, sir.'

The governor laughed when she said that.

'We get criminal cunts protesting their innocence all the time. But what you've just said is far more serious than the usual femshit. You are suggesting that not only were you mistakenly convicted but that the magistrate acted unjustly both in terms of your conviction and your sentencing. That, Wilson, is the worst kind of feminist lie and I have no alternative but to award you a very severe penalty for your impertinence and your feminist attitudes. Marshall may be a criminal cunt but at least she hasn't tried to waste our time with that short of cowshit. You, Wilson, will receive a public caning of fifty strokes and also a public whipping of twenty-five strokes. Do you have anything to say to me? Or are you a pain slut looking for further well-deserved punishment?'

At this point Suzy burst into tears.

'Please, sir, please don't hurt me. I couldn't stand taking all those strokes, sir. Please, sir, please, I beg you, please show me mercy.'

The governor was about to speak when to everyone's surprise, perhaps especially Suzy's, Linda intervened.

'I think, sir, Wilson was totally out of order in suggesting that her conviction was a mistake and that the magistrate's sentence was unjust. But it's only her first day here, sir, and she's obviously been totally corrupted by feminist lies. Maybe in this instance a lesser punishment might be more appropriate, sir. And I remember that this place is designed to reform and rehabilitate cunts as well as punishing them. So perhaps say twenty strokes of the cane and ten lashes of the whip and a LOT of re-education programmes might be a better idea at this stage, sir? It's only a suggestion, of course, sir.'

He looked at Linda and laughed.

'You've got nerve, all right, Marshall. Well, maybe you've got a point, though. Let's call it twenty-five strokes of the cane and fifteen lashes from the whip. And you are totally right about re-education. Well, I'll consider that. It depends on what Wilson does next.'

Grasping at the straw, horrific though it was, Suzy became abject.

'I am so sorry, sir. I didn't mean to be rude or to question the decision of the court or the magistrate's sentence. Please, sir, I have been brainwashed by feminist propaganda and that made me say what I did. I understand that I deserve harsh punishment but, please, sir, please re-educate me as well, sir. Thank you so much, sir.'

'So do you now realise that the verdict of the court was correct and that you were guilty of the crimes you were charged with?'

'Yes, sir. I understand that now, sir. It was very wrong of me to have questioned my guilt, sir.'

'And do you feel that the magistrate's sentence was fair and just?'

'Yes, sir. I understand now that it was absolutely fair and just, sir.'

'Well, that's a start. Now tomorrow morning you four bitches will get up at 5 a.m., have breakfast at 5.05, morning assembly at 5.10 and begin work at 5.30 a.m. The four of you will share a cell and, under the system we use at Snowdon, each multi-occupied cell - we have some cells where cunts are put in solitary confinement - has to have a cell leader. She is a trusty who will be expected to keep order in the cell and to report back to me on any infractions of the rules, bad attitudes, bad behaviour, inadequate workload and so on. Now Wilson is clearly incapable of performing any such role. You, Bates, are too inexperienced. That leaves me with a choice between Johnson and Marshall. In spite of her youth Marshall has already had extensive experience of the criminal justice system. I therefore feel she is best suited to be cell leader. Do you have any objections to that, Johnson?'

'None at all, sir,' Gemma answered. 'To be honest, even if you'd offered it to me I'd have suggested that Marshall was a better person for that particular role.'

'Well, that's settled, then. Bates, are you happy with Marshall as your cell leader?'

'Yes, sir,' said Tara.

'Wilson? Are you happy to have Marshall as your cell leader?'

Suzy groaned inwardly at the prospect but forced herself to give the required answer.

'Yes, sir.'

'Well, a few more things and then we're done. Your details have been entered into the database so you're now officially guests of the Slut Reform Centre. The time is now 8.11 p.m. so if you go down to the prison cafeteria you've still got time for your evening meal - it's open from 8 to 8.30 p.m. so grab it quick. Lights out are at 9.00 p.m. and, as I said, you rise at 5. I'm going to put the four of you on one of the heavy construction gangs. If you perform well I may consider transferring you to lighter duties. You will work from 5.30 in the morning till 9.30 when you'll be allowed a five-minute break. You'll resume work at 9.35 sharp and carry on working until 1.30 p.m. when you'll be allowed another break of fifteen minutes. At 1.45 you will resume work and carry on working till 5.30 p.m. You will then return to the Centre and begin a half an hour workout in the gym. At 6.00 p.m. you will report to the Education Centre where you will spend the next hour undergoing your reform and rehabilitation programme. This will take a variety of forms - watching videos, films, being talked to, role play, oral and written exams. You will then be given assignments to write and allowed to visit the library. You may borrow any of the books there and we strongly suggest that you read them to further your education. Masturbation in your cells is strictly forbidden and any cunt caught doing it will be severely punished. Lesbian activity in your cells is also strictly forbidden and will attract even more severe punishment than masturbation. You have four bunk beds in your cell and a bucket in the middle of the floor if you need to piss or shit. It is your responsibility to empty the bucket out at the start of each new day. I think it's safe to remove your restraints now. But don't even think of escaping or trying anything stupid once you're free. Oh, and by the way, Wilson, after you've finished your Education programme you will be taken outside to receive your twenty strokes of the cane. You will of course count each stroke and thank the officer punishing you after each one. If you lose count we will have to start all over again from the beginning. Do you understand, cunts?'

The four girls listened to him carefully and nodded. Suzy was pale and scared but she knew that, bizarrely, Linda had saved her from worse punishment.

Linda was already turning over in her mind two issues. One was making herself top bitch at the Centre; the other was how she could wangle the system to her advantage and to make her life there as bearable as possible.

'OK, cunts, fuck off and eat!'

'Thank you, sir,' Linda said.

The four girls, now free of their restraints at last, were led by another guard to the cafeteria. All of them knew their time at Snowdon would be a living hell.

 

[femlord]

15)

The evening meal was of course revolting - cold soup with cabbage and potatoes accompanied with stale bread, followed by two slices of salami with a lettuce leaf. The 'dessert' was cold rice pudding. Linda and of course her other three cell mates noticed at once that the girls on kitchen duty took the opportunity to spit in the food of the other convicts and made a mental note to sort them out as soon as possible.

They were so hungry that even the disgusting slop they were forced to drink, washed down with a glass of water which the kitchen girls had also spat in, at least was some kind of sustenance.

In the cell Linda looked at the bunks and took the bottom bunk on the left hand side of the cell. Gemma took the bottom bunk on the right and then Tara took the top right bunk. Suzy looked at the top left bunk and was preparing to climb up to it when Linda stopped her.

'Did I give you permission to go on to the bunk, Wilson?'

Suzy stared at her, nervous and unsure what to say.

'No, ma'am.'

'Unless I give you permission to do something, cunt, or unless I order you to do something, you do nothing. Got that, tinytits?'

Suzy blushed.

'Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.'

'You will sleep on the fucking floor unless I say otherwise. Are you happy about my order, Wilson?'

'Yes, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.'

'Right. Well, this is the toilet drill in the cell. Wilson needs to ask one of us for permission to piss or shit. The rest of us do it when we want to. The bucket is in the middle of the floor and it's Wilson's responsibility to deal with it in the morning. Isn't that right, cunt?'

'Yes, ma'am,' Suzy answered quietly, blinking back her tears. 'It's my responsibility to deal with the bucket in the morning, ma'am.'

'Right, now that's sorted I'll take a piss.'

Linda pissed into the bucket and then turned to Gemma and Tara.

'Feel free if you need to piss or shit.'

Gemma went for a piss and finally Tara. Linda smiled happily.

'Stinks in here, dunnit? Never mind, Wilson can sort all that out for us!'

Suzy gave Linda a despairing glance.

'Please, ma'am.'

'Yes, cunt?'

'Would it be possible for me to ... to have a piss, please?'

Linda smiled at her.

'I suppose so. You have permission to piss, tinytits!'

'Thank you, ma'am.'

Suzy reluctantly pissed in the bucket and then Linda turned to her cruelly.

'Right, this is a new cell rule, Wilson. If there's just piss in the bucket we recycle it. Or, more accurately, YOU do, Wilson. So now there's a fair bit of piss in the bucket you can drink it all up. And don't forget to lick the bucket clean with your tongue when you've finished!'

Gemma and Tara laughed. Suzy froze in horror.

'You mean ... you mean you want me to ... to drink everyone's ... piss?'

'That's right, retard. Got any problems with that, cunt?'

Suzy hesitated and then resigned herself to the inevitable.

'No, ma'am. No problems at all, ma'am.'

She picked up the bucket and began drinking the four lots of urine that had collected inside it. It made her feel nauseous but the taste wasn't quite as bad as she'd expected it to be. When she'd finished she hesitated again before reluctantly licking the bucket clean with her tongue.

She finished at last and stood there, awaiting further instructions.

'Haven't you got something to say to me, Wilson? And the rest of us ladies?'

Suzy gasped as she realised she was expected to humiliate herself verbally as well.

'Yes, ma'am. Yes, ladies. Thank you, Miss Marshall, Miss Johnson, Miss Bates for ... allowing me to drink your piss, ladies. And thank you for allowing me to drink my own piss, ladies.'

The other three girls laughed out loud at her when she said that.

'You're a total fucking piss slut, aren't you, Wilson?' asked Linda. 'You fucking LOVE drinking piss, don't you?'

Suzy's tears began to grow bigger in her eyes as Linda mocked her cruelly.

'yes, ma'am,' she said reluctantly. 'I'm a total fucking piss slsut who fucking loves drinking piss, ma'am.'

'Well, we'll make sure you get a regular supply of piss, Wilson. Isn't that kind of us ladies?'

Suzy could not control her tears any longer. Sobbing, somehow she managed to answer her tormentors.

'Yes, ma'am, yes, ladies. It's very kind of you to make sure I get a regular supply of piss.'

'Right, come here now.'

Suzy nervously approached Linda.

'I'm going to slap your face, you stupid fucking cunt.'

Suzy stared at her hopelessly.

'Why, please, ma'am? Have I done anything wrong?'

'That's for me to decide. But the most important reason why I'm going to slap your ugly retarded face is because I feel like it. What I want goes. Got that, cunt?'

'Yes, ma'am,' Suzy answered through her tears.

So Linda slapped her face half a dozen times, raising angry red patches on the girl's skin. When she'd finished she looked at Suzy expectantly to see what she'd do.

'Thank you for slapping my face, ma'am,' the tearful girl said unprompted, realising what was expected of her.

'Let's turn in,' said Linda. 'Don't forget where you're sleeping, Wilson.'

'No, ma'am. Thank you for letting me sleep on the floor, ma'am.'

The girls lay down and soon after the lights in the cell were turned off. Of course the CCTV footage was permanently on but they knew that and ignored it. When morning comes, thought Linda, I'll start making my plans.