Taken Before Dawn

Chapter Three-1

Chapter Three

Sluts on Corridor C

Nearly three a.m. on Corridor C and all seemed quiet for a while, once the newest detainees in the Induction Facility were in place. It might have remained so for the entire night.

But at 3:15 Holly was pulled from her cage and taken to Corridor A where the administration offices were located. At 3:23 Regina disappeared down Corridor C with two guards and was shoved into a storeroom. Then at nearly 3:45 Kara and Paige were led away together, down a steep flight of stairs to a sub-basement room with nothing inside but a dim light and a mattress in the center.

Susanna not only heard the footsteps on the corridor, she could see through her cage the curious movement of women as they were furtively taken to other places in the facility.

She was a smart woman. She understood why. And with thoughts of what might be happening to her night’s companions running through her head, she waited for the guards to come and take her, too. She knew that before the night was out, the rumors she’d heard about the induction facility would be proven true.

The air in the storeroom was thick and close, the ventilation hardly adequate for one female and two eager men. Although that didn’t phase the young guard with the patrician face and neatly groomed blond hair or his older associate, the scruffy one with the thick body and bearded face. They were as unlike in character as two men could be, and yet at that moment, they had a single purpose in mind to which they were earnestly committed.

Like August Crow, they’d earlier noted the wetness of the redhead’s pink snatch when the administrator had made his normal rounds of the quivering detainees. Having set off an instantaneous signal in their brains, it was no surprise that these two immediately settled on the voluptuous Regina with the flaming red hair for their night’s entertainment.

Now the arrogant young Hans was pushing the redhead down an aisle of shelves where the toilet paper and cleaning products were stored.

“Right there, hands and knees,” he said, as he pointed to a lightly padded bench in the back corner of the dank space.

“Why?” Regina gazed at him stunned.

“Why don’t you just kneel there and forget the why,” the scruffy man chimed in, as he came up from her left side and gave her naked ass a rude shove.

Regina practically toppled over as she landed on the bench, and grappled with the task of positioning herself on the uncomfortable surface. The thin pad was hardly enough to cushion her knees for the ordeal that followed. Although she wouldn’t realize that until much later.

There was just enough room at either end of the bench for the two men to take up their positions, though just enough was all they needed. With their hard c***s sprung free of their pants, Regina’s task was obvious.

“Open your mouth for me, slut,” the bearded Derek sneered. “Real nice now. Certainly a luscious babe like you knows how to suck cock.”

She looked up at him pleadingly. “Oh, please no...”

“Do it, girl!” Hans barked as he accompanied the order with a few swift swats to her ass. Reaching lower between her legs, he fingered her slit, and on finding it wet, he proceeded to toy with the sensitive folds of female flesh while Regina began a reluctant blowjob.

Her first attempts at sucking c**k were far too tentative for the zealous guard. After a few meager licks to the underside of his p***s, Derek pulled back and slapped her face. “C’mon, you can do better than that!” Dispensing with the foreplay, he aimed his c**k at her pink lips, grabbed her head by the hair and shoved his c**k inside her mouth. She was too stunned to resist. Too stunned and apparently too aroused.

For a long while as Derek screwed her mouth, Hans spanked Regina’s behind, raising a rich red color to her bouncing ass. Several times, he stopped to pry apart the plump orbs and finger her slit...even her asshole was not immune to his invasive tactics. He worked it for a time with a single finger, then added a couple more, finding that despite the girl’s protesting moans, her body was responding to the crude invasion. Words can lie, a body cannot. Soon he was holding her cheeks open with one hand and spanking her cleft with the other. Hard. Quick. Stinging swats. And the new detainee was hardly grimacing now.

Neither man seemed to care about what the other was doing; since both their needs could be accomplished at once.

Despite Regina’s initial revulsion the scruffy Derek continued with the vigorous blowjob. While behind her, Hans kept up the spanking, straining the girl to the limit of her endurance. When he suddenly stopped with the swats and began fingering her p***y again, something in her switched. Her mouth opened wider for Derek’s eight inches of thick meat and her spanked ass began to sway with an erotic movement that made the blond guard chortle under his breath.

“You weren’t wrong about this one,” he announced, as he stuffed his member into the sodden hole and began to pump her with the same ruthless vigor his companion used to f**k her mouth.

All Regina’s resistance fled with so much stimulation to her enflamed body. Just as the guards had surmised, buried in her psyche was a strong affinity for pain, a masochistic need that matched the fervent brutality of her rapists. And the truth was obvious to all three.

When Derek got off, the first shot of c*m went down her throat, then he pulled back and showered her face and hair with the gooey cream. Smearing it over her face, he made her lick his fingers clean. Not a single protest. Not even a hint of disgust.

Of course, she was not done yet. Behind her, Hans clutched her rear cheeks in his fists and hammered her p***y with forceful thrusts. In time, his fingers slipped back inside her rear door with the intent of stretching the opening to fit his organ. He knew it wouldn’t be that tough. If he weren’t mistaken, the redhead had taken it in the ass before. When he invaded her dark hole with his fingers, she barely flinched. And when he pulled out of her p***y and stuffed his organ in her ass, she almost seemed to sigh with relief. As he f****d her in the ass, she was with him every second, squeezing down on his member with her tight inner muscles, and not stopping until she finally milked him dry.

When at last Hans pulled out, he moved to her mouth and made her clean his flagging c**k, which she accomplished with an eagerness that surprised them all.

As soon as he finished with her mouth and stepped back, Derek jerked the redhead up by her mass of unruly hair, and stared her down. “So the girl likes pain,” he laughed. “How much pain? Tell me.”

She stared at him blankly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, sir.”

“Don’t lie to me, bitch.” He slapped her with his free hand. “You think you can lie to us? You think me and Hans didn’t see the kind of girl you are? You f**k like a pro, b***h. A real masochist,” he chuckled darkly. “You’re going to do real well in a place like this. Bet you got a boyfriend who f***s you hard. Beats you a little. Ain’t that so?”

“No, no, it’s not so!” Fear returned to Regina’s face, the eroticism gone.

A revived Hans came at her from behind as she was pulled to her feet. Reaching around he grabbed for her n*****s, pinching them between his thumbs and index fingers, then stretching them out as far as they would go.

Her face twisted into a grimace, “Sheeeeeeeeesh! Please...” though her body felt the sweeping sensation clutch brutally at her crotch with pain so rich she called it pleasure.

“Tell me you don’t like it,” Derek glowered in front of her, while his eyes ravaged her heated body. He began fingering her wet slit, as Hans continued to torture her n*****s. “Damn the more you pull on them, the wetter she gets,” he advised his friend.

Hans continued stretching one n****e, while he fished through his pocket for a collapsible baton he kept handy for moments like this one. Tonight the two had scored big. Delivering more pain to her spanked ass produced the response they both were after...a confirmation, if you will, of a masochistic streak wide enough to keep two sadists happy for a long while...if they were granted the opportunity. Since there was a strong chance they’d have just this one night with the redhead, they let her pain arouse them for a second time. Between the sharp cuts from the thin baton and Derek’s aggressive p***y-play, the two were rock hard again within a few minutes and ready to f**k.

This time, they went for opposite ends of Regina’s body; Hans getting the blowjob, Derek with his heart set on sinking his c**k into her lovely back door. Any caution in their f*****g was immediately discarded in favor of a quick ramming of her mouth and ass. They had no time to spare with the girl due back in her cage by the time that Administrator Crow was ready to make his trek down Corridor C.

Lucky for them the girl was just as eager this second time as the first. Too bad she wasn’t their’s to use for a few more nights. No telling how far she’d go with two sadists and abundant ways to cause her pain.

***

There might have been six guards in all who made the trek to the sub-basement, but it was difficult to tell with so much going on, so much booze, and all that blaring rock music pounding in the restless air. Kara and Paige were handed a beer as they walked through the door, then told to dance for a pair of burly guards who’d been waiting for them to arrive.

When they hesitated too long, another guard came up from behind and tipped their bottles high so the beer flowed into their mouths and they were forced to gulp it down or gag. Easy for Paige, but Kara choked and spit some out through her nose.

“C’mon, loosen up,” the guard laughed. “We’re just here for a good time. And hey,” he said with eyebrows lewdly raised, “You’ll be glad that you’re not with your friends upstairs.”

Paige felt a large palm on her right ass cheek, gently massaging the flesh and triggering an unbidden wave of arousal she wished were not so obvious...obvious when she finally began to move with an erotic impulse; slowly at first, though it wasn’t long before the alcohol hitting her empty stomach began to work through her veins to break down her inhibitions.

“Yeah, that’s it!” the guard behind her spoke again, as he then stood back to watch. He handed Paige a second beer, which she was forced to gulp down as quickly as the first. The effect was more startling than she could imagine. Drugged perhaps? her bleary mind began to wonder. Everything in her body had begun to warm. Her skin was alive, her p***y wet and hungering. And as she let go of her shyness, she began to dance her way into the room, lost in her inebriation and almost forgetting that there were several men staring at her sexy moves. With her sandy blonde hair swaying back and forth across her shoulders, she looked from one man to the other, her blue eyes lit with s*x. She even licked her lips, flirting with the cute guard standing in the corner...he was about her age, a dreamy hunk, all starched and handsome in his tall black boots and crisply pressed uniform. She’d been lewd before in the company of admiring men, but in a coldhearted prison? With the threat of life and death hanging in the balance, her future as grey as the concrete walls? Alter-ego Paige never appeared unless she was really drunk, which had only happened once before in her memory: a time when the otherwise timid blonde was pulled to the top of a bar along with her rowdy friends. Even then, she would have scrambled down if the wicked Lila hadn’t taken her hands in hers and looked her squarely in the eyes, tempting the lesbian in her from its place of hiding. That night was a once-in-a-lifetime party of the newly damned, held on the eve of the Reformation Act’s initial season of treachery. It was just like Mardi Gras, when everything after that night turned into a long season of institutionalized Lent with no end in sight, when giving up the revelry of booze and s*x for the greater good was a virtue, and sordid s****l activities like the ones Paige was guilty of that night became heinous crimes.