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SINEP

Part 2

By Hajim

We were led into the building and each taken to an empty bed at opposite ends of the room .The guard with me said that this would be my bed all the time I was a prisoner unless I was wanted “for other duties”. This sounded very ominous! I, and all the other newcomers, was told to stand at attention until everyone had been allocated a bed. I found I had a man in his early twenties on one side (a newcomer as well) and on the other side a girl about 20 who was sitting on her bed- obviously she was here before us. Her pussy was shaven as indeed I had noticed all the “old” prisoners were, both men and women. I noticed the whip marks across her tits-so the “demonstration “was not a one-off. The Warder yelled for everyone to stand up whilst he went through a few house rules.

We were to be made to have our numbers written on our backs-he stressed that it would be indelible ink and not a tattoo like the Germans had used in WWII and would easily scrub off at the appropriate time. The numbers would be checked every week for clarity and redone if necessary.

No clothes would be worn during our sentence although our beds would have blankets and sheets so we could cover up at night.

As we had already been told, both men and women would piss standing up and the toilets would have no doors and be used only for shitting. CCTV cameras would be used throughout the prison and any infringement would be punished with 20 lashes.

Every prisoner would receive at least 50 lashes every week and more for any infringement of the rules.

At all times, chains would be worn on wrists and ankles. Other chains might be used at the discretion of any guard. All guards must always be called Master or Mistress.

It had been found that good food was essential to keep prisoners fit. Therefore the diet would be of a good standard prepared by proper cooks with help from the prisoners in preparing food and washing up and generally keeping the kitchen clean and tidy. The cooks had the same right of punishment as the guards.

One of the principal ways in which prisoners were employed was in generating electricity

which was done on a vast roundabout. Teams of 20 prisoners were chained to a bar and were forced to turn the roundabout. At any one time there would be two teams working and two more chained to a bar ready to take over. We found out later that guards maneuvered a new team just behind one already working, hitched them and then released the old team so that it was an unending process. They worked 3 ½ hours on, ½ hour rest, 3 hours on, 1 hour off for a meal, then a further 4 hours Whips were much in evidence and used constantly. Working days were 12 hours a day with 1 day off a week-that meant 72 hours a week. Other prisoners were detailed for cleaning, laundry and so on. Everything had to be kept spotlessly clean under threat of severe punishment. As we had been informed before, no sex was allowed between prisoners- any who disobeyed this rule would be whipped and a further 2 weeks added to their sentence. Warders however were allowed to take any prisoner for their own pleasure but had to sign a book to take some one off the yard.

He said that every order was to be obeyed instantly without any hesitation and said he would give a demonstration. He pointed to us and said “ That cunt two rows back out here NOW.” It took me a few seconds to realize he meant me! I pushed my way to the front and said

“What do you want with me?” He laughed and said I was to be an example to the others. I was to be whipped to show what happened to disobedient prisoners. I burst into tears and said I had done nothing wrong. He told me that I hadn't called him Master and I had questioned his power to punish me. He got me to bend over a small table with my ass in the air and that I was to thank him for every stroke or it didn't count. I saw he had a long lash in his hand and then I got the first lash right across my bum. I screamed with pain as the thong of the whip curled round my cunt and then I nearly forgot the magic word “Thank you” The next lash went straight across both buttocks-again I screamed but managed the words. He put the strokes on various parts of my back and bum and I screamed with every one as it cut into my skin. He got to ten and ordered me to open my legs and I got another five on the cunt. I nearly passed out with the pain but somehow managed to thank him for every one. I was ordered back into the crowd of prisoners who made way for me much quicker than when I came out; presumably because they wanted to avoid the same treatment. The guard said that I had been an example to the rest of us.

He told us we had ½ hour to get ourselves sorted out before our first roll call. I found it difficult to make my bed with my wrist chains still on, but eventually managed it. I went to the wash basins and found there was only about three bars of soap for all the thirty people there: I washed myself all over as best I could and dried myself with an already used towel. I could see that personal hygiene was not anywhere near the top of prison considerations! Very quickly the half hour was up and we heard a recorded voice say “All outside for roll call!”

We lined up and a guard called out our last four numbers and had to call out “Here, Master.” There were 20 in our gang, but Dick wasn't amongst them. The roll being done satisfactorily the Guard said we were going to be shown over the place. We had to get in to pairs and then with a crack of his whip across the back of one of the leaders we started off. Our first port of call was the kitchen where we were shown the 20 prisoners working at various tasks- potato peeling, washing-up, preparing meat (we noticed there were only 2 prisoners doing this with 2 guards ensuring no funny business with the knives) and even making cakes and puddings! It certainly seemed that we would be well fed. Then it was off to the laundry where another group of prisoners were putting clothes into washing machines or dryers whilst yet more were ironing. As we left we saw other prisoners were gardening. And every one of the prisoners was naked and had their wrists and ankles chained. Then came the piece de resistance, we came to the powerhouse; there was a hum in the air as we entered. It was an amazing sight. In the middle was a guard standing above in a room with windows so he could see over all the gangs; trudging round were two chained gangs of prisoners each of which were linked to a bar above them which was the connection to the generator. There were two other guards on the outside; each had an extra long whip. Suddenly a metallic voice came over the loudspeaker “No 1-6 is slacking!”

Without more ado, one of the guards sent his whip across the back of one of the girls, followed by a second lash and yet a third. The girl sobbed but picked up her pace so she was in time with the others of her gang. We watched rather apprehensively for we all knew that sooner or later we would be on the roundabout. Our guard spoke to one of the watching guards and told us that we would see a changeover in a few minutes. We stood watching and I could see that each prisoner had a number above their head and that there was also a bigger number at 4 places over them and I understood what the voice meant when he called a number, that number received punishment. Then from the other end of the building another gang came shuffling in-it appeared that they had just come back from a meal break and were returning to do their last 4-hour shift. Their guard ordered them to halt when they were level with the wheel and had then to move sharply in so that their overhead bar could be attached. This meant that there were, temporarily, three teams on the wheel but the guard quickly unfastened the one in front and they moved quickly out. The guard used his whip to help the replacement team get going at the proper pace.

The team, which had been relieved, stood miserably awaiting orders from the guard, who when he had finished getting the new team working came to them and released each member from the bar above them. Two of them picked up the bar and took it to the side where we could see other bars in store. The guard pointed to one of the men said “You do the usual” The prisoner said “Yes, Master” He knelt down, unzipped the guards pants, pulled his cock out and proceeded to suck him off! I was astonished to see how he did it without any apparent reluctance but then I saw his back was a mass of red weals from a vicious whipping and realized that he must have had to suck a guard before. The guard came in the prisoner's mouth and then the prisoner licked his cock clean and then put it away finishing by zipping him up. I got the impression that this was standard practice after finishing work. I looked back at the roundabout and saw how hard it seemed as several of the prisoners showed signs of distress, but. of course, they couldn't complain as the guard above was watching and could bring the lash straight on their backs.

Our guard-guide said our tour was over and asked if there were any questions. I plucked up courage and asked if it was right that there were only two or three towels in our shower area and could we have more soap? The guard looked surprised and consulted a list he had and said that number so and so was responsible for that chore-he was on laundry duty and spoke into a mobile phone and asked he be sent out at once. About three minutes passed before a very worried looking man (naked and chained, of course) came to us. He stood to attention before the guard, who looked at him with disgust. Then he said “You were on wash room duty, yet there are only a few dirty towels and not enough soap. What have you to say for yourself before I punish you? “ The man dropped to his knees and burst into tears. He kissed the guard's shoes before he whimpered that he had forgotten as he had been on roundabout duty up to 4am this morning and had had to be at the laundry by 8am. The guard told him that it was not an excuse for being so lazy and he would have the usual punishment. He led the poor prisoner to an area obviously used for punishment. He was made to raise his arms above his head and they were chained to an overhead bar. The guard picked up a very heavy looking whip and started laying into him. The poor man screamed as the vicious whip cut his back- in a few minutes we could see blood on his back. He struggled in his bondage but couldn't escape the lash. He danced up and down as each stroke made its mark. At last he had received 25 lashes and was released. He lay on the floor for about 2 minutes then the guard ordered him back to his work in the laundry.

The guard told us we had an hour before our meal and just for today we were able to walk around and talk to other prisoners. I looked around and saw that Dick's gang had also been given time off so I ran across to speak to him. He was very subdued and when I asked what was the matter, he said he had also been whipped but that their guard was a woman and she had ordered him to lick her cunt and when he hesitated she decided to whip him and he said it was a terrible beating –she covered all of his body with lashes and then still made him suck her off.

(To be Continued)