Scotlands Alcatraz

Chapter 10. The box room

A month later, Janette and Denny were strolling gently, hand in hand, along the track around the island. For both of them, walking over a rough surface was still a little painful and they certainly couldn't run around the track like the others but according to Pauline, they were healing nicely. "I wonder, how long they will keep us here Den?" Jan asked.

"Well I'm certain it will be for a while yet. I can't see them releasing us while our arses are in such a bad shape. They are afraid we'll go to the press and create a furore. They won't want us gabbing about what happened to us or to the head. Maybe it will be until the exams are over and see how well you do with your GSCE's. Getting exam results seems to be an important part of the programme now."

Both well remembered those first few days after the thrashing. Pauline kept them confined to their beds for three days and for another week they hardly left the hospital room and when they did, Jan had to give Denny some support. The head was only kept in two days but he had a proper room and a soft mattress to go to. Before he left and still naked, he had walked around his screen to see them choosing a time when no one else was in the room. "I am sorry for losing control and hurting you so badly," he muttered the apology he'd rehearsed, "I went over the top with your punishment and as you know, the staff here made me pay the price. Things will be a little different from now on. I am so sorry for what I did and will do what I can to help you. As soon as I return to duty, I will arrange for your collars to be removed and you can again lead your own lives."

Jan and Denny both pleaded with him not to do that until they asked for it. Finally he agreed.

Patti came to see them that same evening and then went to Derek. "You come to gloat over your handiwork Patti?" the head snapped.

"No Derek, I have not. I came to see how you were getting on. I did what I had to do, as you well know, and I kept control of myself. You are not that badly hurt and can already get up and get around. You're not really a bad man, but your anger got the better of you and to show you I have no hard feelings, I will come to your room when you are well enough, and spend the night in your bed. You can give me a good prodding with that pole between your legs but not with the cane. In fact you won't be able to get at the cane on your own. The cabinet now has three locks on it with three different keys held by three members of staff one of which is you. The next intake comes in about ten days so you can assert your authority again then.

"You're not going to give me a chance at spanking your arse? Derek questioned.

"Nope. But I will give you a little oral relief now if you feel up to it." The twins heard the distinctive sounds of a cock being sucked off.

Debra had become a little more amenable. Sarah had seen her in the hospital after day after the head's caning, wanting more salve on her breasts. Pauline didn't think it necessary but Sarah offered to put some on just to stop the girl moaning. "Okay, Sarah but let me warn Deb that it will be more than her tits that get massaged if I know you," Pauline giggled, "Sarah likes girls Deb so you let her do it at your own risk."

"I don't mind Miss but maybe it would be better if we went to the dorm where there's less people watching." In fact they ended up alone in Sarah's room and she spent the night there and many nights after enjoying the delights of lesbian love. Kathy occasionally went to Quack's bed but generally he slept alone. On the Sunday, Debra really took her revenge on his chest and afterwards Maureen managed to negotiate an uneasy truce between them. Each gave the other relatively light strokes of the tawse on the backside or shoulders. Pauline forbade any tawsing of either Jan or Denny stating that it could have detrimental to the mental health. They had already suffered more than necessary.

"I know things are much better now than they were at first and with the new intake there are more students to keep the guards attention but in some ways this is worse than prison. At least in prison we knew how long we were to be held and the screws don't slash people with leather straps. I know I'm getting on better with school work but I'm not sure if I'll pass anything and if I don't will I be here for another year until I take the next lot?" Jan was quite concerned.

"I don't know Jan. No one does. They've started me on a three year Open University degree course so I could be here longer than you." Derek had indeed arranged for him to take the course and even allowed him access to a computer but one of a limited number of staff had to be present before they allowed him an Internet connection. So far there had been no mention of whether or not he would be allowed to attend the two week long summer school that was an integral part of the course. Jan was utterly confused by what he did, but Denny still helped her with her work. Ros quickly gave up making him do her class work.

It was a Saturday in early August and Ros decided the weather was too nice to spend the morning in the underground classroom. "Bring your work and we'll do it in the sun," she told them. Denny pleaded he needed to work on the computer but would look after Jan so the remaining ten went up top. Ros had no qualms about leaving the pair. They were almost a husband and wife team now and one looked after the other. In any case, security would monitor them.

At mid morning break Ros told the group she they could stay up top but she would have to get stuff for the next lesson and would bring a trolley with their tea back with her. "They should be alright but keep an eye on them," she told the guard as she went below. Only one guard could be spared that morning but in general the class didn't cause any trouble and the control centre would monitor them. Only Debra and Quack didn't seem to get on with each other. It was partly because they were the odd pair. All the others had formed semi relationships with each other even if they swapped around a bit but Quack always wanted to see people hurt especially when the victim was a girl and Debra's sharp tongue and cutting remarks about his prowess caused a lot of friction. Usually the others were able to contain it but occasionally there was a verbal outburst from the pair that included threats and both ended up feeling the tawse. This only fuelled their enmity,

During break the group split up and some went behind the remains of an old stone wall to pee. For some reason, although when below ground and using the same toilet facilities, it didn't bother them to pee in front of one another, out in the open they seemed to require at least a minimal amount of privacy. Seeing Debra go round the end of a building to pee, Quack took a longer route the other way and surprised her. He approached her quietly from the back, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her to the ground. "Now I am going to fuck you bitch," he hissed. Debra thought otherwise and a full-scale fight ensued. Punches and kicks were thrown until the guard separated them. He radioed for help and the pair were taken down below in handcuffs. Debra had a black eye and bruising to her body; Quack had scratches to his face that were bleeding, a bite on his arm and a painful pair of balls where Debra had kneed his groin.

"Oh no! Can't I leave you two for a few minutes?" Ros said to them as she passed on her way back. The guard gave her the story. "I just hope Derek doesn't blame me this time," she said to herself as she remembered the first day they were here.

"What am I to do with your two," Derek barked when the pair were thrust into his office, "You've been at loggerheads with each other ever since you came here. I'll obviously tan your backsides well but I doubt if the other officers will deem your behaviour warrants the use of the cane and that won't really solve your attitude problem either. Put them in a cell for now. No wait. Strip them and take them to the cleaner as ask her to set them a cleaning job somewhere. Get Tom to issue her with a tawse and for her to use it freely if she has a problem with them. No lunch just a glass of water each."

"Yes Sir," the guard acknowledged.

"Oh and John, you realise you are partly to blame for this."

"No Sir. I was on my own. Should have been two of us Sir. I couldn't be everywhere Sir."

"But you did have your eyes rather fixed on what Brian was doing with Maureen's tits. I've already watched the footage. Tom will be arranging for your arse to be reddened later too."

"But Sir…"

"No buts. You should have kept a sharper eye open. The tawse will help you to remember next time. It is only the tawse John. Nothing that will put you off work afterwards." The Headmaster gave a little chuckle. "It's no more than the kids will be getting."

Ros nervously entered the office. "Come in Ros, sit down. I just want to discus with you what to do with that pair of misfits in your class." Derek was smiling but Ros was not sure if that was just a softening up prelude to her getting the strap. She was a little reassured when he went on, "Ros this time I am not blaming you. You tried to give the kids something different but they abused the privilege. I've got them on fatigue duty at the moment before I decide on their punishment. I've already decided to give the a dozen with the tawse for the offence but what we need to do is to get them to stop baiting each other. You know them better than most. Any ideas?"

"Well Derek what about twinning them. I know Denny and Jan were a totally different case and I wouldn't want these two put together like that. I'm sure they would do their best to disrupt every lesson and every activity. Why not cuff them wrist to wrist out of school hours, say from eight in the evening when homework is done till they have gym in the morning. Perhaps isolate them from the others then too."

They thrashed the idea around for a bit and decided to implement it. Debra and Quack would be kept naked during that time and at weekends; they would sleep in a cell on their own and would be put on fatigues whenever practical. Quack would be forbidden to rape his partner although they would have to sleep on the one hard bed in the cell. All activity in that cell would be monitored and recorded. Alternate wrists would be cuffed each evening. Both were right handed so every other day they would have the use of their best hand and that one would be in charge of the other. The punishment would last until they were seen to be co-operating with each other without discord.

Quack and Debra were on their knees cleaning the boy's toilets when Derek sent for them. The back and buttocks of both bore signs of having received attention from the tawse. Janet, unused to have the power to punish others, took to heart the headmaster's request to use it freely when the pair starting complaining loudly at having to do her work. "Are they coming back George?" Janet asked when the guard came to collect them.

"Dunno," George replied, "I was just told to cuff them together and take them to the head as soon as they were finished what they were doing." He waited for them to finish cleaning the urinals they were on and ordered them into the shower. "That bleach you use smells pretty bad," he remarked to the cleaner.

Ten minutes later the pair handcuffed together arrived in the Head's office. Both expected a hiding and each blamed to other for their predicament. Derek cut short their excuses and complaints. "First you will each get a dozen with the tawse. I guess you expected that, but we have decided that would punishment only for the fighting and would do nothing to cure your belligerence towards each other. Afterwards you will be taken to a cell, cuffed like you are now and left for an hour to contemplate the remainder of your punishment. That cell will be your home for the foreseeable future when you are not in school or on fatigues." He dictated the rest of his plan for their life in the prison until they learned to live harmoniously together. Both were utterly shocked and started to protest vehemently until Derek had them gagged. "Place them side by side across my desk and make sure their bodies touch each other closely," Derek ordered the two guards.

As soon as he was satisfied they were in the position he wanted, Derek lashed the belt across Debra's arse and then walked round and gave the same to Quack. Unfortunately for the pair the tawse was longer than the distance across each arse so with each stroke the tip bit into the neighbouring bum cheek, thus each got more than their dozen but gagged they couldn't complain.

By the end the pair were sobbing and groaning into their gags. Their arses a livid painful colour. "Take them to Cell five, remove their gags and leave them for an hour. You can then let Pauline treat their bums and then bring them back here for work detail." The guards led and half carried the pair away.

"Have you any jobs a handcuffed pair might do Bob? Derek asked the caretaker, "Cleaning toilets might be just too awkward."

Bob thought for a moment, "Well there is that room where we threw all the boxes and junk while we were setting the place up. It's a right mess and you can hardly get into it. You thought it might make a games room but we never got round to do anything about it and with the new intakes it's got left. They could try and clear that and perhaps paint it out with yellow emulsion. We've plenty of that colour."

Both went to view the room. As Bob had indicated, it was completely full of boxes of all shapes and sizes. "If they open those boxes they will fold down flat and we can put them on the next boat back to the mainland for recycling," Bob said. Derek agreed it could be an ideal project for the two. It would be dirty and dusty and they would have to wear their trainers because of sharp pieces of plastic and strapping on the floor but it wouldn't matter if they didn't have clothes. A shower would get them clean. Having their hands in cuffs would be a great inconvenience but not an insurmountable problem if the co-operated with one another.

"This is all your fault you fucking cunt," Debra started ranting at Quack, "I only went for a quick piss now I'm sodding well tied to you for God knows how long." That started another acrimonious exchange. Finally both felt the need to lie down. They couldn't sit with comfort and had to lie face down side by side on the single bed. It seemed only minutes later they were collected and forced to hobble to the hospital.

It was Chris on guard duty and Debra knew he was friendlier than most so she tried to wheedle him into releasing the cuffs. "Sorry Deb, more than my job's worth. Headmaster's made the decision. I know how you two feel about each other but you may find the cuffs are less painful if you hold hands. That way you won't keep digging them into your wrists." Both knew he was right but neither would make the first move. Pauline treated their bums put salve on their wrists too, "If you two don't hold hands, those metal cuffs are going to become very, very painful. The skin is raw now. I will try and get the headmaster to allow leather cuffs if we have any but for now holding hands is your best answer." Despite murmurs of discontent from the pair, Pauline put Debra's hand in Quack's and clasped them together. "That wasn't too difficult now, was it?" she asked.

"Look on this as your project," Bob told them as he opened the door to the storeroom, "Your spare time project." The pair faced a wall of assorted cardboard boxes thrown in higgle-de-piggledy, some crushed, others whole and between them a mess of assorted rubbish.

"We've got to clear that?" Debra was horrified. "With one hand? When we can't move for pain?"

"One hand each," answered Bob, "And yes, regardless of the pain. In fact Chris has been ordered to add some more if you don't work. And these shoes are all you'll be wearing except there is one of these gloves each for when you have to handle sharp stuff." He went on to explain how they were to flatten the boxes and where to put rubbish. "There may be some things that require tools you don't have. Well I've put together a small toolbox to which Chris has access. He is only allowed to help you if it is absolutely impossible for you to do it."

"It's an impossible job Deb. It will take weeks," Quack remarked. Debra started to weep with despair. The pain in her arse, the soreness of her wrists and the mammoth task were too much for her. For a moment Quack forgot his enmity for the girl and pulled her to him and let her cry on his shoulder.

Chris gave them a few minutes and quietly said, "Just take one box at a time. Work out a way of opening and flattening them between you. I will help where I dare but we are all being watched as you well know." Slowly and painfully they started to clear the room but at the end of an hour, the number of boxes flattened was still pitifully small. Chris only helped get things they couldn't reach. He noticed their wrists becoming more and more raw. "I'm taking you back to the nurse," he said, "I'm sure no one intended for your skin to be rubbed through."

Pauline agreed and wound crepe bandages around the affected places and then proceeded to bind the two wrists together with more bandages. "No need for the cuffs now Chris." She said, "I'll go and clear it with Derek."

"They have either got to have proper soft cuffs or have some sort of protection on their arms under the metal cuffs," Pauline told the headmaster, "The bandages hold their wrists too rigidly for what they are supposed to do but they will suffice for now."

"Pauline, I accept what you say but I doubt stores have any in stock. Maybe I'll ask Sarah. I think she uses them on Ros sometimes. You're right, we didn't anticipate that problem. They seem to have made a start though and Chris seems to get on well with them. I'll see if Tom can assign him to the project. If Chris wants it of course."

"Do we get dinner tonight or are they going to starve us?" Quack asked, "We missed lunch and I'm starving."

Chris radioed for instructions. "Yes, you are to shower and dinner will be sent to your cell. I get an hour and a half off before I collect you and start again."

Eating caused another problem. They still didn't feel like sitting down and to eat one handed with someone pulling at the other, nearly caused another fight. Deb though managed to control herself and suggested they each cut their food up on the plate and then both could eat with a fork.

The evening was again spent in the 'box room' so by bedtime they were pretty tired and a little aggravated. "We could take these wet bandages off," suggested Debra when they'd had a shower.

"What with everyone up there watching, we'd only get another hiding. Don't be a fool Deb."

While they were debating Pauline entered the cell with Chris was behind her. "Let's get those bandages off," she announced and then showed them the leather cuffs that would replace them. "I've only borrowed these until we can get some in stock so you mustn't get them wet, but they should be more comfortable than the metal ones and less restricting than my bindings." She examined their chafed wrist and put on more salve. "These are padded and should be more comfortable. I'm going to put them on the other wrists and Chris will take them off before you go to gym in the morning. They'll get put on again after breakfast. Tomorrow is a Sunday so it will be a working day for you." The pair watched as she clipped the padlock and once more the pair were linked.

"Don't you dare try and rape me," Debra hissed. From the way they were cuffed and the size of the bed, they perforce had to sleep face to face. "Rape is a caneable offence so you could end up with an arse like Den had."

"I know, I know. You've told me that a thousand times already," Quack replied wearily, "But cuddling ain't rape and that's all I'm doing."

"Yeah but I can feel that prick of yours getting hard against my belly."

"It ain't in your cunt so it ain't rape."

"Yeah as long as it stays out." Bickering, they eventually drifted into sleep.

Quack woke. It was still night; the blue light was still on. Debra was crying. He pulled the girl tightly to him and kissed her forehead. Her body was trembling, her breasts pressed against his chest and his cock was hard and tight against her stomach. Oh how he would have liked to stuff it in her but he dare not. She only had to yell the dreaded rape word and the guards would burst in and his life would be hell again. Neither spoke but Debra continued to sob gently even though she knew he was awake. The proud, arrogant girl was reduced to being a fearful young girl. Quack slowly massaged her back with his free hand. It seemed to comfort her. Rightly he guessed it was all getting too much for the teenager. It was almost too much for him. The imprisonment, the tawsing, the box room work, and being linked to him had finally gotten to her. Glancing at the digital clock set in the wall he noted it was still only 3:27. Long time before breakfast. Quack kissed her again, this time on the cheek. He tried to kiss her lips but she turned her head and whispered, "No, not yet. Just hold me, please."

Quack pondered on the 'not yet'. Did it mean she might eventually give in to him? Or was she just a prick tease? Or a lezzie? He knew of her nights with Sarah, she'd taunted him with what they had done together. But she'd also slept with George. What if she wasn't teasing him, perhaps if he played his cards right they could be like the twins.

Slowly Deb's crying eased. "Better now?" Quack asked. "We'll get through it. This can't last for ever."

"I 'spose not," Deb sniffed, "Just seems like it." Both fell silent for a while. Deb moved to try and ease the ache in her arse. In doing so Quack's cock moved against her belly.

"Your arse ache bad?" the boy asked and when she nodded, yes, "Would you like me to rub it? I'll be gentle. It will be easier for me to reach it than for you." Again Deb nodded. He slowly and methodically rubbed the swollen arse cheeks. Without asking, Deb started to return the service. The massage marginally reduced the pain but it also started to arouse her. "Perhaps I should let him," she thought, "Just wonder if the pain will be too great. And I won't be able to cry rape. Those watching up there will say I egged him on. With only this thin sheet they can almost see everything we do." She lay still for a while.

"Quack?" His hand still softly caressed her bottom so she knew he was still awake, "If I let you put it in, will you promise to pull out if the pain is too much? I won't be able to lie on my back."

"Nor will I Deb. I'll be careful. Promise. You're not going to yell rape, are you?"

"No. I promise."

With a few cries when their stiffened buttock muscles moved Quack was able to insert his prick into his partner. "Hold still a minute," Deb begged, "This is not the easiest position to fuck. Let me adjust my bum a bit." A minute or two later she gave him the go ahead. For the first time since they'd been in the prison, Quack got to fuck her. Much as he wanted to ram it in, his common sense told him not to. If he hurt her now, he would hurt himself and probably never get to fuck her again. He came and left his cock inside her thinking it was easier than to move and pull out. Deb didn't seem to mind. Still clasped together, they drifted off to sleep.