BEFORE THE ESCAPE, CHAPTER 10
Eloise cried in the dark...it was the only time she allowed her true emotions to
spring forward. During the day she kept them hidden deep inside of her but in
the silence of her stifling jail cell, she let it flow. She was falsely
imprisoned and was given the roughest sentence anyone could imagine. She
wondered if death would have been a better choice.
It was with those negative thoughts that she fell asleep. Every day, as she woke
up, she was amazed that she had fallen asleep under these conditions. Prior to
this imprisonment, she needed several soft blankets and pillows to even think of
falling asleep...she even brought a pillow with her to the army, though that was
quickly stopped.
Winter had come and gone, leaving her battered but alive. She had welcomed
Spring when it first came. Of course she had noticed the changes right away. The
first day she felt the thaw came just before lunch. The ever-present snow that
had blanketed the compound and froze her feet, began to melt as the sun warmed
the earth and the poor creature inhabiting it. She risked punishment and looked
up to see the warm sun peeking over the trees, silently thanking God for the
miracle of a second winter passing through.
But with Spring came bugs and sweat...even more than she had faced before. She
also lost her two-hour breaks and now worked seven solid hours before a break.
She then followed it with eight more hours of back-breaking work before dinner.
Then four more hours and bed.
With the arrival of nicer weather also came the awful yearning for friends and
family. This was the time of year when people often got around in her hometown.
Instead, she was here, her presence unknown to her family and friends, working
at a pace that would have crippled most women.
With a heavy heart, she watched the other prisoners walk through the yards
during their breaks. They walked together, some hand in hand, others just
talking, enjoying the beautiful weather. She saw their spring uniforms...some
wore denim skirts that reached the middle of their thighs. Others continued to
wear jeans, but the shirts were usually tanks or short sleeves. After a winter
filled with sweat shirts and heavy coats, the girls wanted to breath.
Eloise had no such yearning. Truthfully, she would add 20 years to her sentence
if she could just be allowed clothes...even just once in a while. She eyed them
for a few seconds before the guard assigned to her watch started to scream at
the "laziest hunk of shit she had ever laid eyes on" to get back to work. That
raised a smile from Sgt. Patterson who was walking through the camp on the way
to inspect the barracks. Eloise Brown may have been a lot of things, thought the
warden, but a lazy hunk of shit she was not.
Patterson was amazed at the depths of hell they could expose this girl to and
how she continued to outlast them. The prisoner's history was still a mystery to
the warden but she had won grudging respect from her that was for sure.
But in this region, spring turns quickly to summer. Hot and humid, the weather
sticks to you like a wet shirt. The other prisoners switch to tanks and shorts
or just shorts. Some went topless while they worked to remove some of the
stifling heat. But at least they had the option of wearing it whenever they
wished and they all wore shoes. Eloise was forced to be barefoot always, dirt
sticking to her sweaty feet, caking on. Then she would be punished if she
tracked any dirt into any building, earning punishments as small as no toilet
use to as large as adding days to her sentence.
Lately they had sent her out into the surrounding forest. Her feet were hobbled
and she was forced to clear the weeds and heavy growth from around the camp.
This was part of a mission to break her and she was forced to do more ugly,
backbreaking work.
She worked during the hottest times of the day, no breaks being given for the
bruised and battered girl. The heavy growth ripped her legs and arms apart. The
bugs of the forest ate at her like a buffet. She was unable to do much about
it...any movement not related to clearing the thicket was considered an offense
and was punishable.
That had been her work for the last seven days and she had barely made a dent in
the forest. It was too much for one girl and the machete they had given her was
small and dull...they said they could not trust a prisoner with a weapon.
With the aches and pains she felt in her body now, she may have used that weapon
to put herself out of her misery. She had felt that winter would be the worst,
but summer was just as bad. The bugs were a constant reminder of her
helplessness...at night, they scurried over her bound body...during the day they
ate at her.
Her tears led to sleep and soon she was gone. Suddenly, she felt the soft touch
of someone on her leg.
"Wha-," she began.
"Shhh," said the voice reassuring her. "I'm not going to hurt you. I am a
masseuse sent by Sgt. Patterson. She thought you deserved it. But you may not
make any noise. This is supposed to be a therapeutic massage, not a pleasurable
one. But I will do my best to see that you enjoy it."
The woman roughly, but not meanly, moved her hands over Eloise's feet. The girl
stifled a moan at this touch...she hadn't felt another's hands on her body in
nearly a year and a half. The masseuse was thorough taking each aching foot and
massaging it, using her pressure points in the heel to send waves of pleasure
shooting through her body. Another moan escaped but she was not chastised for
it...it must have been soft enough.
The masseuse moved up her left leg first, taking extra care of each muscle. Her
calves, her knees (which took a beating), her thighs. Then her right leg. She
then moved to her sides and her stomach, moving up to her shoulders and neck.
Eloise luxuriated in this touch...it wasn't gentle but for the first time in a
year and a half, she felt half human.
"Now, I believe it has been a while since your last orgasm is that right,
Private," the masseuse. Eloise nodded, she had been imprisoned for 18 months and
held for trial for three months before that. The whole time chained or working
but always naked. She hadn't even been allowed clothes while waiting for trial,
her nudity a punishment even then for her heinous crimes.
"Well, this is above and beyond my call of duty, but I feel bad for you
sweetie," the masseuse said. "I know that you are a criminal but this is worse
than anyone deserves."
"Oh God, thank You...no one ever talks to me," she whispered.
The woman leaned in next to Eloise's ear. "You can talk to me sweetie and I will
talk to you, but only when my mouth is next to your ear or my ear is next to
your mouth. I would get into serious trouble if they knew I was doing anything
above what I was ordered to do. If you understand, nod."
By now, Eloise and the masseuse had become accustomed to the dark. The woman saw
the bound prisoner nod.
She began to slowly massage the captive's breasts. This was so nice...Eloise was
not a lesbian but she yearned for the touch of anyone and this woman was the
only person offering it.
The masseuse, Corporal Hayes, took her time with the woman's soft breasts.
Despite months of exposure, the skin had stayed smooth and sensitive to the
touch. From the way the prisoner arched her back in reaction, she could tell
that they were still fresh.
She continued caressing the woman's breasts with her left hand while she moved
her right hand down to the exposed vagina. The lips were spread from the way her
ankles were chained...this gave perfect access to her fingers to slide into the
already lubricated slit. She heard a gasp escape from the captive's mouth and
smiled...she also was not a lesbian, but bringing pleasure to this burdened girl
was wonderful for her.
Elosie flexed her body as much as her stringent bonds would allow as the woman
slid one finger in and then another. Months of sleeping with her legs spread so
obscenely had given her some stretch that she had not had before and soon three
fingers were rocking in and out of her. The masseuse had magic fingers and soon
Eloise felt the unfamiliar pleasure of an orgasm begin taking shape deep inside
of her. And then the woman touched a spot inside the front wall of her and the
orgasm washed through her like nothing she had ever felt before.
The months of oppression and pain seemed to wash away, if only for a second.
Tears streamed out of her eyes and down her cheeks as she worked tremendously to
keep her feelings from spilling out. She desperately wanted this experience
again and would do anything not to ruin it.
Finally her body was able to stop shaking and her body hung limp from the bonds.
Her head now also hung listlessly on the bare mattress as she came down from the
powerful orgasm...made all the more powerful from the deprivation of nearly two
years.
She whispered softly to the masseuse, who came closer and put her ear to the
prisoner's mouth. "Thank you," she said softly and weakly. "I can never make you
understand what that meant to me."
Corporal Hayes stood and smiled, wiping her dripping fingers off on her shorts.
She leaned back down and said, "I will come here as often as they let me. I pray
for you every night."
With that the woman left the cell, closing the door behind her. Before the
outside door had slammed shut, Eloise was in a blissful sleep, her first in many
months.
