Date: Sun, 6 May 2012 08:50:04 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Vigilante. Part six.

            This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
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            Part Six

   They hit us about three a.m. in the morning. A whole S.W.A.T. team were
suddenly in our bedroom where we were sleeping. I, unlike Lucy who covered
her breasts with the sheet, sat up naked, showing what I was proud of in
the harsh light to demand of the six men with guns trained on us, just what
the fuck did they think they were doing?

   `Out of bed and get dressed,' ordered one man who must have been the
leader.

   `What the fuck for?' I shouted at him.

   `Just do as you are told,' he shouted back. So I got up and gave them
all a full frontal view.

   `Is this what you arseholes wanted to see? Well take a fucking good look
'cause that's all you'll get,' I shouted at them.

   `Put some clothes on,' the leader shouted again.

   `Fuck you!' I screamed back at him. `This is what you came for, this is
what you get!' then at a nod from him, two of the men dropped their guns to
hang from the straps that went round their necks, dived forward and took me
in a tackle and bundled me up in our bed sheet and got me up in their
arms. I fought like a tiger and where they started with two, it took four
of them to get me downstairs and force me into a car.

   Lucy, at seeing me defy them, did the same, but it only took three to
get her down in the car with me.

   `What the fuck do you think you're doing,' I screamed from the back
seat, and a gun muzzle was pushed into my face and was told to shut the
fuck up. With a gun barrel under my nose I did what I was told. The car had
shot off at what appeared to me, a breakneck speed and it wasn't long
before we came to a screeching halt and we were bundled out of the car into
what seemed a courtyard of sorts, but it was only a glimpse as we were
pushed and hustled into this building and after stumbling down some iron
stairs, into a corridor and then shoved into a room and have the door slam
shut behind us.

   `Wow.' said Lucy after a few minutes. `That was just like an action
movie. One minute we're asleep in bed, then wham. We're whisked away and
are suddenly here in this room,' she said with a shaky laugh, though I
didn't feel like laughing. Here we both were, naked except for a sheet each
to cover us and in a place that we didn't know after being abducted as we
were, wasn't really a laughing matter.

   `If you've paid attention to those films Lucy, you'll probably know that
this room'll probably be bugged, so keep quiet.' She did and came up to me
and we held each other close as we sat on the floor of this empty,
whitewashed room, not saying a word but giving each other a gently squeeze
beneath the sheets that covered us. So we sat there for nearly an hour, not
saying a word but talking to each other with our fingers under the
covering.

   Then the door opened and one of the men came in.

   `You, out!' Which one us he was talking to I don't know, so I held her
tight so as not to move. `You, you bitch,' he said, now pointing at me. I
noticed that he didn't have a gun in his hand at this time, so with a
billowing of the sheet, I made the gesture of getting up, but then flew out
from under it and caught him right in the balls. He screamed as he began to
double up and I was then on top of him, punching the fuck out of him before
I suddenly had three of them come at me. Naked as the day I was born, they
had to fight to get me out of that room and subdue me. As I lay there flat
on my back with them holding me down, I could still see their eyes roving
over my body as my breasts heaved up with every breath I took into my
lungs. I think it was with reluctance that they moved to get off me and
pull me upright and hold both of my arms up high against my back. I was
then marched thus down a short way of the corridor before a door was open
and I was thrown inside.

   There was a man and a woman standing there and the woman gave me a smile
as I lay there sprawled on the floor.

   `Put this on dear, and I think you will feel a bit more comfortable,'
and I could see that she was offering me a smock kind of thing. Apart from
that I could see that the room had a desk and several chairs in the quick
glance, but I scowled at her.

   `I was brought here naked, and that is how I am going to stay until I
know what the hell is going on!' I got up from the floor and went and sat
down in one of the chairs that was there in front of the desk. I
deliberately did not cross my legs to shield my sex from the man's
view. `Have a good look,' I shouted at the man as I opened my legs even
wider. At least he had the decency to blush and turn away and go and sit
down on the other side of the desk.

   `You know that we could forcibly make you put that smock on,' the woman
said to me as she went round to sit at the other chair.

   `And it would take you twenty four hours a day to keep me wearing it! I
only put on my clothes when I want to, not when you say so!'

   `Be that as it may. I'm not averse to looking at such fine breasts that
you have and I'm quite sure that my friend here will not object to looking
at them while we conduct this interview.'

   `Don't you mean overview?'

   `I suppose sarcasm had to come in somewhere,' she said somewhat
haughtily.

   `Let's get on with it,' the man said somewhat testily. `As much as I
like seeing of the female form before me, it's not the issue as to why we
are her, er, here.'

   `Miss Driscoll, or is it Miss Goodchild?' the woman said sarcastically.

   `Driscoll,' I replied, not knowing how to really rise to that insult or
was it meant somewhat differently, I didn't know.

   `Well Miss Driscoll, you have been brought here to be held under the
terrorism act of, of whatever year it was issued, for the implication in
the murder of one Signor Vincente Alphonse.'

   `Who?' I asked, knowing damn well who she was talking about as I had
killed him only two weeks ago.

   `Vincente Alphonse. An Italian diplomat.'

   `Oh, I read about that. A paedophile if what I did read is true,' I
replied.

   `That is hearsay. The fact is that he was murdered and we believe that
you might know something about it.'

   `Believe what you want which could also be construed as hearsay too.'

   `Don't try to be clever with us,' the man interjected.

   `Fuck off,' was the only thing I could think of to say at that
moment. `You're bloody fishing and you're in a dry pool here I'm
afraid. I've never heard of the man.'

   `But you just said that you have read about it?' the woman said.

   `I meant more in the context of having known him,' giving my breasts a
shake, `if you know what I mean. Of course I read of his name, but I do not
know, or should I say, knew the man on any social level.'

   `You were in Italy at the time of his murder.'

   `So were many thousands of tourists, not to mention about ninety nine
per cent of the Italian population at the time you are talking about. So
why single me out?'

   `Well you have certain attributes that would be able to entice any man
to his death, do you not?' the man asked with a smirk on his face as he
looked at my breasts.

   `If that is your line, then you have now reduced the number of suspects
by half. That is, all the men, tourists and local Italians. But I still ask
why do you pick on me?'

   Then the woman went on to explain why I was a prime suspect, given my
movements and what they knew of me. It was very uncomfortable to hear at
how close to the truth they were, but I kept a stiff upper lip as they call
it.

   `All this is pure supposition,' I protested, `and doesn't have any basis
in fact.' I stood up, not so that he could see my muff, but to make my
point as I slammed my hand down on the desk. `I demand that you release me
and my friend immediately.'

   `Sit down! We can hold you under this act for as long as we please.' the
woman said. `And we will until we get down to the truth, you see, other
departments would like to talk to you too. But before we let them loose
upon you, we want to know what and why you were in Italy at the time this
man was murdered!'

   What other departments? Who else was interested in us? Questions I could
not and would not dare to ask.

   `What other departments you might be asking yourself?' the bitch said as
if she had read my mind. `If I had nothing to hide, I surely would have
asked that question, don't you think?' she said and gave me a very sweet
smile. It took great effort on my part to keep a straight face and not spit
at her for her smugness.

   `If I am reading you right, you are going to hold me here, wherever this
is, indefinitely. Does this mean I am to be denied the right to have a
lawyer to speak and represent me in these false charges?'

   `We can hold you as long as we like and until, and I say again, until we
decide on with what to charge you, then you may have the opportunity to
consult with a member of the legal profession.' She must have pressed a
button somewhere because the door was suddenly opened and two men stood
there.

   `Take her back and bring in the other one,' she snapped out, and the way
they acted, knew that she must have been high up in this
hierarchy. Notwithstanding the fact that I was still naked, they held my
arms firmly but knew by their head movements that they were looking more at
my breasts than where they were putting their feet. We reached that room
that they had taken me from and, with the door open, shoved me inside.

   `Say nothing,' I said quickly to Lucy as her arm was grabbed by one of
the men.

   `Shut the fuck up,' the other man snarled and then I bet he wished he
hadn't, because I was on him and really gave his bollocks a pounding with
my knee. The other guy then slammed me in the head to knock me down, but I
still had time to gasp out to Lucy.

   `I love you and don't accept their clothing. Stay as sweet as you are,'
I started to croon as a boot came to my head and made me go to sleep.

   I came to and found that my head was being cradled in the lap of Lucy,
and the sight of her face above those breasts that I liked, made me
smile. She had a bowl of water and was using a wet cloth to wipe my
forehead and face.

   `Did...did you...? I managed to get out.

   `No my darling. As soon as they got me into that other room I let them
have it. The way that they had treated us I told them was despicable and
would not say a word until an apology was made for the treatment you had
received. I didn't get it, so I didn't say a word. In fact, that was all I
said the whole time in there. They kept asking questions but I wouldn't
answer any of them, and they gave up and sent me back here.'

   `Thank you darling,' I said as I drew her head down so that I could kiss
her cheek, but at the same time whisper into her ear. `Don't forget that
they will be listening all the time,' and then I leaned back to enjoyed her
ministrations. They must have been watching too, because it was not long
after I had come round that they came in and took the bowl and cloth away.

   We were in that room for three days, no beds or blankets, just getting
one big plate of what looked like porridge, and it tasted like it, and a
tin jug of water. A bucket had been put in with us which was immediately
used as I supposed it was meant to be for us to pee and crap in. It was
disgusting that we had to save some of our drinking water for the purpose
of washing our backsides after we'd done our business. But as we were still
together, I didn't mind washing her bum in the slightest, and by helping
each other in this way, we did save on the amount of water we used. But
this was being mentally recorded to use if we ever came to court of the
somewhat inhumane treatment that we were being given.

   After these three days in that room and after another interrogation, the
door was suddenly thrown open and we were ordered out. Naked and proud, we
walked out and I let all those that were there see what I had and let them
know I was proud of what I had and of what I looked like. Red faced, the
men ushered us down the corridor and then through a door into what was
obviously an underground garage. There was a van that had darkened windows
with bench seats inside, and it was into this that we were pushed. To some
cheers, I punched one man in the face who had put his hand to my arse to
help me up into the van for our transportation to where I knew not.

   With no cameras about, did I upset the guards that were in the van with
us I kid you not. With us naked and me with the biggest boobs they'd only
ever dreamed about within touching distance, I made them squirm.

   `Lucy,' I whispered. `Let's give them something to talk about. Such as
kiss my breasts while I touch you,' I said with a smile. Though we were
shackled, which I forgot to mention, we still had enough room to move in
this van as we travelled between wherever we had been kept, to wherever we
were being taken. Lucy smiled and bent her head and took a nipple in her
mouth and made quite a bit of noise as she sucked on it. I made out that it
was ecstatic and put my hand down between her legs and started to finger
her.

   Our two guards were amazed at this scene that was being enacted before
their very eyes. It was this mesmerisation plus the fact that the shackles
that we wore were not short enough that led to their humiliation. I had
just enough chain to suddenly launch myself away from Lucy's mouth to catch
the first wide open mouthed guard and swing him across the van to slam into
his companion. It was the sudden attack that caught them out from seeing a
breast like mine being sucked to suddenly having a fist in the face and
then a head being brought up hard against another.

   Both guards were out cold when the van drew into the prison where we
were going to be held, but the best bit was when they opened the doors to
find four naked people inside. Two females still shackled but awake, and
two men asleep, but still unclothed. I got a punch in the ear as one
officer's cap was snatched from my head as we were unshackled and dragged
out of the van. We were marched up to the prison governor's office to find
that it was a woman in charge. Still shackled, we were made to stand in
front of her desk as she looked at us.

   `This is, as I think you've gathered,' as she swept her hand around at
the female guards who were just behind us, `that this is a women's prison
and that you are to be held here until you come up for trial.'

   `Excuse me,' I butted in, moving in as far as the guard behind me
allowed by the shackle. `We have been dragged out of our bed and held,
questioned, starved and, you might say abused, for the past four, maybe
five days without being charged! This is inhumane and I most strongly
protest and wish to have contact with my lawyer. Any lawyer to get us the
rights that up to this moment we have been denied!'

   `I can understand your request, but let me lay down one rule of this
establishment, and that is I will not, I'll say it again, not listen to any
plea, argument, reason or if you want me to go on I can quote more words
than Roget's Thesaurus to finish up saying, in all good reason, that if you
do not appear before me clothed, I simply will not listen. I know you have
not been charged, but it will not help me to help you as you are in this
present state. Please put on the clothing that will be provided to you and
later, when I know more of the facts, we could talk again. Now am I being
unreasonable in my request?'

   `What about the two guards in the van?' I asked.

   `That's their problem,' she chuckled. `I wished I could have seen
them. But,' and she then put on a serious face, `don't bring those tactics
into here. Remember, you are only being held here, not as yet charged I
admit, but while you are here, please, I ask you for your own sake, not to
jeopardise whatever chance you have of leaving here as free women.'

   Well, as, or rather I should say, the way it was put, it wasn't her
fault and I still somehow thought that behind that smile was a heart of
stone and that it would be better for our course to comply with what she
wanted,

   `Governor or is it governess,' I started, but was cut short.

   `Governor if you don't mind.'

   `Governor. We will do as you say, but I still demand the right to speak
to a lawyer.'

   `Salome,' she said looking down at a piece of paper before her.

   `Sally,' I corrected her and got a not quite as nice a look as I thought
was warranted.

   `Salome,' and she stressed the word most emphatically and it galled me
to hear the snickers from the female guards behind me. `That is your birth
name and that is what I have written down her. Now as I have already said,
that when you are dressed in the uniform of this prison, I will listen to
complaints and grievances in their order as they are presented to me. Do
you finally understand?' she shouted as she stood up and pounded the desk.

   `Yes ma-am,' I replied, knowing that I wasn't going to get anywhere by
being any more bolshie. So I signalled to Lucy and accepted the prison
shift we were given and put them on and followed our guards to where we
were going to have to stay for how long? I didn't know.

   Such is the grapevine of a prison that the inmates already knew what had
happened to the two guards that had brought us to this place. There were
cheers and cat calls, whistles and shouts of welcome as we were escorted to
a cell on the second tier of this women's' prison. It was hard to be
ushered into that small space that held two bunks and then to hear the
solid clang as the door closed behind us.

   `Oh Sally, Sally, what's to become of us,' Lucy wailed when the guards
had disappeared from sight. Though I could still hear the chants from all
of the other tiers of the block, held her close in my arms.

   `We are together! That's all that matters. We'll get out of this,
they're flying a kite, surely you can see that? They held us in that other
place for three days and have still yet to make a charge because they
haven't any evidence on anything. So hush my darling, things will work
out,' and I kissed away her fears and took her down onto the lower bunk and
went down on her to prove my love for her.

   When we were released from our cells to go down for dinner. Dinner? At
six o'clock? What time's breakfast I whispered to someone? Seven. Seven! I
couldn't remember the last time I saw that time in the morning, but, I was
here, and so, dinner was at six in the evening and guessed we would be up
at six in the morning for breakfast at seven. God, I was going to hate this
place.

   I think it was because of our escapade in the police van that we were
accorded a rare privilege of being pushed up the queue to get almost the
first servings of our evening meal. Now I wasn't sure of the rank and
hierarchy of the place, only having seen about two films of prison life,
but took the bull by the horns and went, not to the first table, but to one
further along and sat down with my tray and made Lucy sit down next me.

   I rather wanted to see who would come and sit with us, that was more
important. Many carried on past, the odd one stopping and sitting down at
our table until it was full. I`d already eaten half my tray before one of
them, halfway down this table of eight spoke out.

   `We heard about you coming in the van, beautiful.' I ignored this as I
guessed she was just fronting for somebody else.

   `So why did they bring you here,' the big girl who had sat opposite me
asked, and I sensed that this was the real boss of this table.

   `You tell me,' I said after I had taken the time to properly chew what I
had in my mouth before swallowing it and answering her. The delay in
returning her query was enough of an insult I thought, so let's see how far
she will go to try and recover the initiative.

   `Well, we know what happened in the van,' she gave a little laugh which
was picked up by two others that I noted. `But the why, we don't know.'

   `Well I don't know either. We haven't been charged as yet, and yet,' I
paused, `I think they are going to go for murder one, or is it two, three,
four? How many Lucy? Well whatever,' I paused again and deliberately
flicked a portion of my mashed potato from my tray so that it hit her
chest. `Who cares what people are charged with, I'm sure we are all
innocent in here.' There were laughs down the table and I could see the
hate smouldering in the eyes of the woman who sat opposite me. Try it, I
mouthed, just try me, I said again as I pushed my tray towards her and said
loudly. `Take this to the trash when you've finished,' as I got up. `I
would also like to take this opportunity to say that Lucy here is my
bitch. Any of you bitches try to tread on my turf will wind up with those
that I am innocent of. Come Lucy. The air at this table is not to my
liking.'

   Lucy, bless her, got up instantly and left her tray as well and followed
me out of the dining hall.

   I led Lucy up to our cell and told her to be prepared for an attack. I
went into the next cell, whose it was I didn't care, as long as it wasn't
ours and kicked shit out of the flip table until I had a sliver of wood
that would have to suffice. I would rather have had a piece of porcelain
from a toilet, but here they were made out of stainless steel.

   It was about fifteen minutes later that we had visitors. I didn't give
them the chance of all of them getting into the confined space. The woman
who had sat opposite me, the queen of the block was in front, and it was
her I went for. I didn't give her a chance to give her spiel at how she was
the top bitch of the place. I rammed that sliver of wood up into her throat
so that it went up into the brain and with my forward movement, sent her
reeling back out of the doorway of our cell and she went over the rail to
land on the net that was strung between each tier.

   `Now which of you acolytes wish to join her?' I hissed. All of a sudden,
the area in front of our cell was clear and then came the whistle from one
of the guards. By the time they reached us, we, like the others, were
looking down in wonder at the dead body of the deposed queen lying there in
the middle of the net. It was known that she came from our tier, but it
could also have happened on the opposite side so, after an investigation it
was dropped as far as we were concerned.

   Without saying a word that morning at breakfast, I pushed my way through
to the front and took my tray, with Lucy behind me, and went to the same
table and sat down. I then indicated for Lucy to sit down opposite me. I
was pleased, but not surprised that those who had accompanied the last
queen bitch, came and sat down at my table.

   In one day, the reigning queen had been deposed and the new queen was in
place, and it was an almost bloodless coup. I say that, because I still had
two attempts on my life in the next two weeks, but by that time, I had
acquired the material for a splendid shiv and though two other inmates were
found in different areas with their throats cut, and after a complete
tossing of all the cells, the knife was never found and I was then accepted
as the reigning monarch of the prison block and that Lucy was one of the
untouchables.

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