BEFORE THE ESCAPE-Part 13
The night began as the worst of any that Eloise had spent in the camp. She never
liked tight corners or the dark before the camp. She had learned to deal with
constant dark but hadn't come to grips with the small places. She screamed but
no one heard her. She tried to climb the walls but was unable to get a grip
anywhere. Plus she had heard them put something heavy on the door so even if she
climbed up, she would be unable to move the door.
She felt the walls around her. There was definitely no room for her to lay down.
The best she could hope for was to sit with her back against one wall and her
legs pulled up against her. She was too tall for anything else.
As she sat, she crossed her arms over her breasts to ward off the cold. That's
when she realized that she wasn't chained. For the first time in two years, she
was left unbound and alone. She was able to cover her body and touch her
body...touch anything she wanted. She felt the smoothness of her legs and feet.
She touched her belly and her arms. And then she teased her nipples, gently
caressing these hard, battered bumps.
As her left hand played with her breasts, her right hand moved downwards to her
vagina. It was like the first time a boy touched her, exploring her every inch,
exploring those girl parts that boys do not have. She was touching these things
as if they did not belong to her, like they were new and fresh instead of parts
that belonged to her since birth.
Her hand found her slit and she was surprised that it was wet down there. Her
body had become such a burden in recent years, a painful object of scorn,
ridicule and torture. But now, her body was giving her pleasure, something that
she had forgotten she could give herself.
It wasn't long before she came, the orgasm flowing through her body. And this
time she screamed it out, uncaring of who or what heard her. She screamed out
the pleasure she had given herself and added a "FUCK YOU ALL!" to anyone of her
tormentors who were possibly listening. The orgasm, following another
back-breaking day, was all she needed to fall into a deep sleep, despite the
discomfort of the position.
She felt something hit her on the head and cried out in pain. Her eyes needed to
adjust to the darkness but she soon saw a metal bucket thrown down to the bottom
of her hole, her new home.
"THAT'S YOUR TOILET FOR TODAY PRIVATE. I SUGGEST YOU USE IT. WHEN YOU ARE
FINISHED, I WILL SEND THE LADDER DOWN AND WE CAN START OUR DAY!"
She took the bucket and began the humiliating task of squatting over it and
peeing into the metal container. She heard her piss make a spraying sound as it
hit the metal. She also realized that she had to shit, something that she tried
to save for the toilet instead of in the compound. It was so humiliating to have
to grunt and poop in public and then clean up after herself. Usually she would
wait for those two or three times a week she was entitled to use the facilities.
Now she realized that this might be her only chance to use something besides the
ground.
She again squatted over the bucket, a difficult chore in these tight quarters,
and released. She heard the plop in the bucket and winced. She knew she would
have to dispose of it and also wipe.
"MAAM, I AM FINISHED," she yelled up to the hole. She could make out the early
morning sky above, not realizing how bright night can be when compared to a dark
hole.
She saw the ladder's shadow making its way down the hole. She grabbed the bucket
and climbed up, her bare feet on each rung. When she got to the top, she noticed
that Linda was waiting there and smiling at her.
"NOW CUNTS, YOUR JOB IS TO DISPERSE THIS PILE OF DIRT AROUND THE PERIMETER OF
CAMP. AND PRIVATE, YOU MUST DISPOSE OF YOUR EXCRIMENT SOMEWHERE AS WELL. GET
MOVING."
The two worked, each taking a shovel full of dirt and then walking to the
perimeter of the camp and spreading it out. It was mindless work, not so much
hard but tiring. Linda looked at her young friend and prisoner and saw her
scooping the fenceline. She knew the look on her face...she was figuring out a
way out of here. Lynne said a short prayer asking God to make it happen.
It took most of the morning but tèey had finally dispersed the dirt. Linda was
freed to go back to Sgt. Patterson's office for her clothes and resume her
duties. Meanwhile Eloise was sent back to the perimeter to begin her running.
Again, Corp. Jenks rode alongside on her bike, trying to keep up with the nude
girl. As she went, Linda mouthed the words, "I love you Ellie, stay strong" to
the girl before Jenks looked up. Eloise smiled, happy with the knowledge that
someone here cared.
Eloise had pretty well worked out in her own mind the kind of pointless tasks
she would be assigned. She already was able to read the sadistic Sergeant like a
book. It was by studying her that she hoped to discover some weakness that she
could use to get away from here.
She was watched every second of the day and chained to her bed every night. She
would only ever get one chance - if that - and when it came she would have to
act and think fast.
One ray of hope lay in the fact that she was becoming physically more hardy
every day. The food might be nauseating but there was enough of it to sustain
her. She would be able to cover many miles barefoot over the wild countryside if
necessary. Clothing to cover her body was the first thing she would need, shoes
could come later. No chance of purloining any clothes from the camp, unless she
was able to overpower a guard and take her clothing! There's a thought. She
smiled at the thought of a naked and shivering Patterson, the only guard big
enough to wear the same large sized clothes that she once had.
"What the F*CK are you grinning at you pox- ridden lump of dung, you stinking
cow! Hurry up or you know what to expect"
Jenks pedaled faster - only a little - but enough to cause the exhausted girl
agonies as she moved into the sixth hour of her morning exercise and having to
run faster than ever.
Yes. I've got to get out of here, she thought. But HOW??
As Eloise ran the by now familiar early morning circuit of the camp she realized
that four months had passed since her resolve to escape had been formed and no
opportunities had as yet occurred. As her feet slapped on the wet surface -
gravel free for a while after she had spent yesterday sweeping it up and taking
it back to the heap in the center of the camp she thought how disappointed her
tormentors had been at the failure of the sharp stones to cut her feet on that
first awful day running over it after the snow had melted. They had kept her
running all morning for eight hours and after a break for midday meal all
afternoon as well from 12.30 to 6.30. She had been staggering as though drunk by
the time she had finished and her numbed brain had virtually ceased to function
as she felt the pain in her feet climbing up her body and invading every nerve.
She had spent the rest of the day digging and carrying heavy sacks of soil
backwards and forwards. They had not allowed her to rest the bags on her
shoulders but insisted she hold them above her head so that her arm and shoulder
muscles had stood out like cords and the poor young girl was almost ready to
shriek with pain.
She had slept as soundly that night as she ever had before and all too soon it
had been time to get up, her shackles were untied and she had been roughly
thrust under the shower, given her mug of tea and set upon her daily marathon.
Four months ago! March had arrived and the winter was nearly over. Happily for
her it had been pretty mild and the November snows had not been repeated. She
could not rely on such an easy time next year! There had better not be a next
year.
The rain had been falling with increasing intensity and ferocity for the entire
two hours that she had been running under the vicious tongue of Jenks. Suddenly
the heavens really opened and it seemed as though a solid sheet of water was
cascading over her. "Keep running you pathetic idle cow," shouted Jenks, the
hateful bitch.
Suddenly all went dark. The storm must have put out the power supply somehow!
Eloise pretended to stumble and fall and in an instant the Corporal was beside
her pulling on her arm and telling her to get up or the whip would be used on
her again. Her punishments had been increased in increments of five and her next
whipping would be thirty lashes laid on by the powerful arm of the no longer
squeamish Patterson. If she was around to serve it, that is.
As the Corporal leant over her to inspect the damage the inert girl exploded
into life and slammed her fist into the glass jaw above her. Jenks slumped to
the ground. Quickly Eloise tore the Heavy duty great coat of the prone woman and
dashed over to the no longer electrified fence. She shinned up the pole, her
bare legs wrapped around the course wood. This would have been unthinkable to
the girl just a few months ago but was now not even given a second thought. She
threw the coat over the barbed wire to protest her bare flesh. It would also
serve to cover her even if it was much to small for her to even get her arms
into.
"Must hurry," she thought to herself. "There may be an emergency generator and
it could come on and fry me at any second." She quickly got down the other side,
but the coat had become snagged and was out of her reach. "Can't waste any more
time".
She ran and she ran and she ran, through the driving rainstorm that would have
rendered her helpless two years ago. Now, after being hardened by endless
exposure to the weather, she soldiered on. For once there was a grim imperative
purpose in her running and she ploughed on for hour after hour.
The camp was back under full power in just 15 minutes and the guards set out
after her. The atrocious weather, which was getting worse by the minute made an
early pursuit nearly impossible. The guards, much softer than the prisoner they
had been training, were unable to get a beat on her trail. Even if they had,
none of them were physically able to withstand the torturous weather nor would
they be able to follow her trail though the heavy woods. They gave up after
several disasterous attempts and, for all intents and purposes, Eloise was a
free woman.
But the nude girl did not know. Instead, she ran for her life, believing that
the sadistic guards were close on her bare tail. She ran, despite the sharp
twigs and rocks on her bare feet and the branches swiping at her breasts, arms,
face, legs and belly.
Finally, after running for nearly two hysterical hours, she stopped. The rain
was slowing and the light improving. Eloise, her hair matted to her forehead and
her body drenched, saw that there was a settlement of sorts a mile or two off
and a car parked outside one of the houses. Could she start it? "It's time I had
a break," she thought gasping in the rain as she approached, her pace not quite
a run but not slow either.
When she got to the car, she pulled at the handle, praying that there was no
alarm on it to alert the authorities. She was sure that several law enforcement
agencies were after her. Much to her delight, there was no alarm and for the
first time in hours she was dry and warm inside the car. The interior of the
vehicle would not have provided too much comfort for most people but for the
eternally naked prisoner, this was heavenly.
She shook her short hair, trying to get the excess water off. Out of the corner
of her eye, she caught a glimmer of silver and gasped. The careless driver,
anxious to get out of the rain, had left the key in the ignition.
"Thank you God," she said silently as she turned the key. Thankfully, the car's
engine turned over immediately and the girl slid it into drive, pulling quickly
out of the driveway and onto the deserted street. The girl barely remembered how
to drive after two years of not needing the skill. Before her time in the prison
camp, she had rarely driven in the army.
But the skills needed came back to her, her feet steadily pushing the gas petal
down, not needing the brake because hardly anyone was out on this rural road.
She sat back, her bare body feeling the soft cover of the seat. Her body was not
used to this luxury after being mistreated for two years. Two fucking years of
nonstop cruelty and torture, she thought.
She was starting to unwind and found a soft rock radio station on the radio.
Tears flowed out of her and down her cheeks at the feeling of finally being free
and the ability to listen to music. The horrors of the camp and the last two
years were flowing out of her...she had been unable to let these feelings out
during her time at the camp but now they flooded her.
The emotions got the best of her and she pulled over, unable to drive in the
rain and through her tears. If it had just been her and her body running, she
was sure she could have kept going...she had made it through worse. But in this
car, her instincts were foreign.
She got out, leaving the keys in the ignition, and took off into the woods,
knowing that her best chance of survival was on her own. She ran away from the
car and in the direction away from the camp as the sun set.
She was still nude, a condition that could have been quickly remedied...in the
trunk of the car was a suitcase of clothes from the woman who owned it. She had
just returned from a trip and had left the suitcase in the car instead of
dragging it in during the storm.
But Eloise was feeling lucky anyway. Her escape had come and she was free and on
her own.
Four hours later the still nude Eloise was near a large town. The naked girl
crept along an alleyway in the town of Pattersonville and climbed over a fence,
hoping to get inside one of the buildings and see if she could help herself to
something she could wear. She hated the idea of stealing, and would try to
return the clothes, if she could, once she was a properly free woman.
It had been an exciting day for Eloise. A chance in a million to escape, a quick
decision and a most satisfying K.O. punch to that horrible guard. Her hand still
ached - heaven knows what Jenk's jaw was like (broken in two places-she wouldn't
be using that foul mouth of hers for a long while)-and a race across the open
country in teeming rain. After all of those months of cursing the elements and
God, the driving electrical storm had been her salvation.
She had hidden up during the day in a unused barn on the edge of town and had
been warm for the first time in goodness knows how long. She had used the hay as
a blanket and slept unchained and free for the first time in years. She
luxuriated in the ability to move around, to spread her legs as wide as she
wanted and then also to close them tight, hiding her sex for the first time in
what seemed like forever. She hugged her knees up against her belly and crossed
her arms over her breasts and fell asleep, a sleep of complete and total
exhaustion.
She felt the warmth of the sun hitting her bare body. It was so strange to be
laying down asleep with the sunshine warming her. Her cell had always been dark
and the only sun she got was while she worked. This was awesome, the best
feeling she had had in years!
She heard the creak of the barn door and quickly jumped to a crouch. She sensed
the danger and cursed herself for sleeping. She should have gotten further away.
She looked for a place to hide and found none. She glanced out the window and
realized there was no ledge and about 40 feet to drop...the fall wouldn't kill
her but it would not be pretty either. Better to stay here and fight, she
thought.
"Ellie, I know you are here," the voice said.
Ellie? No one called her that but her friends and family. Was she dreaming
again?
"Ellie, it's me, Linda Hayes. I'm here alone and I won't hurt you."
Linda Hayes? Corporal Hayes from the camp. Shit.
"Linda, please I really like you. Don't make me kill you."
The other woman laughed as she made her way up the ladder. Ellie gasped when she
saw the women, naked as her, appear on the hayloft.
"What the hell are you doing naked?"
"Well, I wanted you to trust me and I figured I should be as naked as you to
make that happen."
Eloise relaxed, but only a little. She wanted to be sure this woman was alright.
"Why are you here? Did they send you?"
Linda laughed. "No, I am here on my own. I left the army last week...had wanted
to say goodbye but they would not allow it. Told me I had too much compassion
for you."
Eloise's face brightened. Was this really an ally?
"Actually, they have given up the search according to what I heard. Sergeant
Patterson had developed a healthy respect for you and when the initial crew
couldn't find you during the search, she called them off. Declared you dead to
the authorities."
Eloise fell to her knees, the hard hay pricking her bare skin but she didn't
notice. She was sobbing, disbelieving that the hell was over.
Linda rushed over and embraced the girl, feeling the sobs from the bare body
touching hers. "I know, it's over. You survived."
After nearly an hour of sobs, Eloise calmed. The two nudes sat as Linda
explained how she found her. "After the army, I took a job at a hospital in
Pattersonville. When I heard about the escape from one of my old friends and
then read about the stolen and abandoned vehicle, I figured it had to be you. No
one else would ever have given you a chance to be this far away from the camp.
After all, you were completely nude and the weather was hellish. But I knew it
had to be you."
Eloise squeezed closer to the other nude woman. "But why did you look for me?"
Linda turned and faced Ellie, her bare breasts and slit completely on display.
"Because I grew to love you. As a lover and a friend. I loved giving you
pleasure at night and I figured you needed some help."
Eloise leaned over and kissed the woman on the lips, her hands softly caressing
the naked breasts. "I believe I owe you something," she said in a voice barely
above a whisper. She moved her right hand down to the cleft between Linda's
legs. The woman moaned as Eloise's hands rubbed between the now soaked lips and
the girl slid a finger inside.
Linda had not had a lover in over a year. She had been stationed at that prison
and had been one of the few there who was not a lesbian. But Eloise was so
different from the other woman and Linda had felt a great affection for the
girl. She was so beautiful and had gone through so much.
Now, the yearning in Linda was so great and Eloise's fingers were magical,
touching those places where only another woman could touch. In less than a
minute, Linda was cumming, her body arched, her mouth open in a tremendous
orgasm that seemed to last forever. Finally, her body calmed, leaving her in
just a shiver.
"Thank you Ellie, but you don't owe me anything. Except your friendship."
"Deal," said the girl and the two women embraced and made soft, gentle love for
the rest of the morning.
