Debs Vacation Becomes a Hellish Prison

[debbiev]

And I Thought Crawling Naked in the Mud Was Horrible

Naked, on my knees in the mud as I look up at the young guards cock. Knowing I have to suck him and also knowing there is a time constraint to moving the rocks to the other side and doing this assignment as best and as fast as I can. This to avoid the consequences of being bound and gang raped like the Redhead was.

I undo his pants and pull out his semi hard cock. I lick it and then wrap my mouth around the tip as it quickly hardens. I ride him quickly with my mouth, up and down as I reach up and grip his hips for leverage. It goes quickly and within a couple of minutes he's cumming, emptying his cum into my mouth. He floods my mouth with a series of spurts as I gulp and swallow hard, managing to get it all down.

He puts his cock back into his pants and I wipe my lips with my muddy fingers. Then get back on all fours and continue my crawl in the mud towards the rocks. Getting to the rocks I stand up and carry as many back as I can, at one point dropping one and unable to pick it up. Figuring I'll grab that one when I crawl back. I place the rocks down and get on all fours again and crawl back, this time picking up the rock I dropped. I reach the rocks again and carry a bunch of them back, losing my balance a couple of times and nearly falling, but I catch myself, glad not to fall in the mud and drop all the rocks.

I crawl again and this time my arm slipping and me face planting into the mud. I quickly right myself on all fours and continue, but now with a face full of mud and my eyes burning. My hair now caked around my face and all over my neck and shoulder. This as the guards laugh and continue to mock me.

Two guards then come unto the field and grab my arms as I stand up. Hoping they feel that I've been degraded enough. I look over and see the Warden and the Superintendent in the Hummer and figure they have called this madness off. Relieved but feeling totally disgusting as the guards walk me over, the entire front of my body from my toes to my face and hair coated in thick mud.

You stand there and announce how I have failed at the task and how I have earned punishment. I'm actually surprised but also knowing this really confirms my thoughts from earlier, that no matter what I do and how hard I try I'm gonna be tortured and humiliated because it's what is done in this sick prison. I stand there feeling lost as rope is tied around each of my ankles and my wrists. I'm pushed down unto my belly and into the mud. Then see the four guards each grab a rope and pull me upwards and out of the mud, my legs and arms spread as they do. There is a lot of pressure on my joints as I am hanging in mid air. I groan in pain as they maintain holding the ropes.

You walk in front of me and pull your cock out as you order me to open my mouth and let you do the work. Basically telling me I'm about to hang here and be face fucked. Feeling you grip my muddy hair as I open my mouth waiting for your cock. It enters my mouth and you begin fucking it. My body hurting as I hang there and have my mouth used for you to dump your cum into. The guards laugh as my body moves and my breasts rock with each thrust of your cock into my mouth.

I suddenly feel a hard strike on my ass. My body is jolted as I feel myself tighten up in pain. This as I grunt into your cock. Then another strike, my body tenses and I again grunt like a wounded animal into your cock. This continues as the whip strikes my ass and the back of my thighs. Tears stream down my face as the beating continues. Hearing my own pathetic grunting and panting into your cock. Just hoping you hurry and cum in my mouth and end this madness.

 

[Mkmydaze]

Show's over

The whipping continues as I fuck your mouth, thrusting hard in an attempt to cum as quickly as I can. I don’t want this to be drawn out any longer than it needs to be. The strap keeps falling on your ass, while your body twists and jerks wildly, the guards holding you off of the ground straining with the effort of keeping you steady. I feel like I am about to cum and hold your head still to receive my seed. You are sobbing and screaming after each lash so that as my cock pumps into your mouth, you gag and cough, spitting cum out onto the ground.

I signal to the guard with the strap that he can stop, and the men start lowering you down. You lie in the mud, weeping as I look to see what the Warden and the Super are up to. Their Humvee is moving, turning around, and heading back to the prison. I hope this show was worth it.

One of the guards comes over to talk to me. “Should we get her back moving the rocks again?” He is young and seems keen.

I look at how pathetic you look, your backside all red and striped, still crying in the mud. Sighing, I shake my head. “No, she’s had enough,” I say.

I spy a pole not far from us and tell him to take her there. “Tie her to the pole and leave her for the afternoon. Leave someone to watch her, then release her at 4:00 and take her back to her cell,” I instruct, heading towards my jeep. I have more issues that require my attention this day.

 

[debbiev]

Stripped of Every Ounce of Self Worth

Hoping you cum in my mouth as fast as possible as I can't take much more of this. Being held like this, my arms and legs spread, caked in mud and your cock fucking my face as I'm cruelly used like I'm not even a human. Hearing laughing and crude remarks from the other guards as they grip my arms and legs tightly and you use my mouth to cum in. Making it much worse is the vicious beating on my lower back, ass and upper thighs. I grunt in pain into your cock from the beating, it making me sound like a wounded animal. Tears pour from my face and I feel streaks of mud rolling down to my chin.

Then you begin cumming, thrusting deep into my mouth and I feel spurt after spurt of cum coating my entire mouth and shooting down my throat. Your cum is thick and I struggle to get it down. They continue to beat my ass and thighs and with the strap and with me grunting in pain as you fill my mouth with cum, some of your cum goes into my wind pipe and some into my sinuses and out my nose. More of it dribbles out of my mouth as I cough and choke. Finally it's over and they lower me back into the mud. Glad it's over but feeling like every ounce of dignity and self worth has been stripped from me. I just lay in the mud, sobbing as your cum continues to seep out of my mouth.

You instruct a young guard to take me to the pole and tie me there and then I watch you leave. The Warden and Superintendent now also gone as the young guard helps me to stand up and I hobble across the field to a pole. He ties me to the pole, it seems like he feels bad doing it, but I'm not sure as he doesn't say much. I stand there with my arms and ankles tied to the pole as he instructs another guard to watch me.

I stand there, naked, coated in mud and exhausted. My lower back, ass and back of my thighs stringing and burning in agony. My muscles and joints hurting badly and the taste of your cum still on my tongue. But the worse part is that every part of me is feeling like it's been destroyed. But I can't quit, I have to get through this. I stand there tied to the pole with my head down as I look at my body coated in thick nasty mud, my breasts, my belly, my pubes, thighs, shins and my feet. My hair around me is caked in mud and plastered to my neck and shoulders. I just wanna die, but yet not, I have to keep going. I can't let these assholes break me and reduce me to shit. I swear I won't.

 

[Mkmydaze]

Off to sun and sand

The evening is a quiet one. The guards who brought Debbie back from the field reported that they got her cleaned up and checked out by the doctor. I was just sitting down to dinner, and they were asking if I wanted her brought to my room. I really wasn’t in the mood, and she could probably use the rest, so I said no. She’d had it pretty rough, I had to admit. And I was starting to admire her grit. Other women in her position would have completely collapsed and given up by now. I would be spending all day with her tomorrow, and that was going to be a very bad day for her. Not that she’d had any good days here yet. But all she had to do was get through her last day of punishment, and she’d be back to a normal routine.

The next day, I swung by her cell to pick her up. I had instructed the guard on her block to bring her a light breakfast before I got there, and she was standing in her cell, finishing it when I arrived. I imagined that she was still considerably sore from the whipping her ass took yesterday, so that might explain why she was standing to eat. After today, she might not sit down for a week. She looked at me with something approaching a glare, and I didn’t blame her. But she did look good in her little crop top, jean shorts and tanned legs. My cock twitched thinking back to the other night with her.

“Good morning Debbie,” I said, opening her cell door, the hinges squealing from years of rust and neglect. “This is your final day of punishment, and this is likely to be worse than the others in some ways. It’s just you and me today, no other guards, no Warden and no other inmates,” I explained. Before I could say anything else, you stripped your clothes off, tossing them on your bed. I smiled, and cuffed your wrists behind you. “We’re taking a little field trip, off of the prison grounds,” I said, taking her by the upper arm and marching her down the hall. “I would advise you to behave yourself, and not attempt to escape,” I said. “The last inmate that tried, well we found what was left of her on the beach. Sharks got her,” I said. “That was last year. Another one tried a few months back, but after what we did to her, she wished the sharks had got her too,” I explained.

You were quiet and seemed resigned to endure this last day of cruel punishment. I checked the back of the jeep to see that I had everything, and then we made our way out of the prison, stopping twice for guards to let us out of the gates. We drove down a dirt road for 15 minutes, before arriving at a secluded beach that was near the far end of the prison property; you could see the tall fence off to the left that ended before you got to the beach. I parked the jeep in a shady spot and told you to step out. I had a large coil of rope with me, and once again I grabbed you by the arm and marched you out onto the sand.

Though it was still early morning, it was already heating up, and the sand must have been hot on your feet judging by the way you were walking. We headed to a spot about 10 yards in front of us where a thick bamboo pole about 12 feet long sat horizontally about 2 feet off the ground, secured at either end to big poles driven into the ground. You didn’t have to wonder long what that was for, because soon you found yourself face down in front of the pole, legs positioned underneath it. I roped your ankles tightly together, then bent your legs forward until your ankles met the horizontal pole and bound them to it with the rope that remained. Then, with a thin strip of leather, I bound your two big toes together, tight enough so your feet couldn’t move much, but not so tight as to cut off circulation.

You were laying there, facing the sea several yards away, watching the waves gently roll in, your hands still cuffed, and your feet tied with soles facing up. You squirmed a bit, as the sand was probably not all that comfortable on your naked body. “Don’t go anywhere, cunt,” I joked, “I’ll be right back.”

 

[debbiev]

Tied and Burning at the Beach

At least the guards give me a chance to shower and clean myself up. Scrapping the mud off my body isn't easy but I think I got it all. After having some dinner I lay in my lumpy bed, exhausted and in pain but relieved the day is over. Knowing I have only one more day of punishment, at least according to you, if I can even believe you. But I have to hope that's true, knowing after what I've been through I can do one more day. Then hopefully I'll be like a regular inmate here. Who would have thought that would be my goal?

Waking up and at first not realizing that I'm in a jail cell, first thinking that I had a nightmare but quickly realizing it's all real. Plus I have one more day of cruel inhumane punishment. I get dressed in my now dirty yellow crop top and my jean shorts. But knowing my clothes wont be staying on for long. I know part of my punishment is the humiliation of being naked, like showing everyone that I'm not worthy of clothes. A guard brings me my breakfast, which sucks but I eat it knowing I'll need my energy for my last day of punishment. I eat my breakfast standing as my ass has major welts all over it, so no way am I sitting down.

As I'm finishing breakfast you approach my cell and come in. I just stare at you, hating you so much. I swear I would kill you if I had the chance.

You remind me that this is my last day of punishment but today will be worse than the other days. I don't see how that is even possible, but then again I never expected to be tortured like the previous two days either. I listen but don't say a word as you explain about the consequences of trying to escape. I nod my head and then take my top and shorts clothes off as instructed.

You cuff my wrists behind me and we walk out of the prison and to your jeep. Driving off the grounds of the prison to the beach. You hold my arm as I walk with you towards the ocean. The rope on your arm obviously for tying me up somewhere. As we approach the ocean I see a long and thick horizontal bamboo attached to two thicker poles staked in the sand.

I lay down on my belly as instructed as you tie my ankles together and to the pole. Then you tie my toes together, it making it nearly impossible for me to move my legs. I lay there with my arms bound behind me. Wondering what is next. I mean no way this is the worse punishment I have to experience. I mean it's really uncomfortable but I think I can do this for 8 hours or whatever. Yeah I'll be sore but I can do it.

Seeing you leave, but you laugh at me as you say you'll be right back, so I guess you intend to up the cruelty when you return. But for now I can do this.

About 20 minutes later I realize this isn't so easy, I wanna move my legs and worse, the sun is beating down on me roasting me. My ass is covered in welts and already I can feel the sun burning into my body. The back of my thighs and my lower back is burning too as there are also welts and bruises all over them. I am a bit darker complexion so I am slightly protected, unlike the Redhead, but I still can burn badly. I worry about the soles of my feet pointing up at at the sun.

I stare at the waves breaking at the shore and think about how I loved the beach and how ironic it is that that very thing I loved is now being used to torture me.

 

[Mkmydaze]

Things are heating up

I return with an armload of stuff from the jeep and drop all of it in the sand beside you. First, I get my beach umbrella staked into the ground and opened out, so I can sit in some shade while you spend the day baking in the sun. My cooler is stocked with water, some of which is for you. I arrange my things under the umbrella then stroll over to see how you are doing.

“How’s it going?”, I ask, noticing that you are beginning to sweat in this heat. Looks like you are becoming a bit uncomfortable, squirming around on your belly in the sand. I notice that the bottoms of your feet are grey with dirt from the prison. “Your soles are dirty, cunt,” I mock, trying to wipe the grunge off. “Too much dirt on them is just like sunscreen – it blocks the UV rays,” I say. “Just a minute,” I say, grabbing a rag from my things and heading down to the shore.

A minute later I am back with my damp rag, cleaning the dirt from your feet. “That’s better,” I say with satisfaction, throwing the dirty rag down and moving to grab the oil. “I just love the smell of coconut, don’t you?”, I tease, dipping a big paint brush into the jar and slathering some across your tanned shoulders and back. I apply a coat of oil down your back and then across both butt cheeks, causing you to cry out because they are still tender from yesterday’s activities. I apply more oil to the welts on your thighs, listening to you gasp and groan. I do the rest of your legs, and then dip the brush and cover both of your bare soles with the oil. “There, now you’re covered properly and are all set to sizzle,” I say, returning to my chair. “Just let me know when you need another basting,” I say, laughing, knowing that you are definitely going to feel like you’ve been cooked by the end of the day.

I read a book and sip my water while your oil-covered body soaks up the sun. Time passes slowly for you, and the heat must be getting to you because in less than an hour you are asking for water. I break open a bottle and pour in a packet of electrolyte powder the doc gave me, then allow you a couple of sips.

“I know it might feel a little boring, just laying here in the sun,” I say, “so I brought some toys to keep you entertained.” From a bag I had placed by my chair, I retrieved a vibrating dildo that looked like a big, black cock. I dipped it in the coconut oil and teasingly rubbed it down your ass crack, then teased your dark cunt lips, before slowly pushing it inside you. I fucked you with the dildo a little, then turned it on low and left it on. I made sure that it was not pushed in all the way though; I didn’t want to vibe your clit too much, that would be too much fun for you, and today was not supposed to be fun. Lastly, I took out a metal butt plug, and set it down in the sand in front of you in the bright sun. “In about half an hour, this will be so hot, I’ll have to wear a glove to slip it into your tender little ass,” I say.

 

[debbiev]

Oiled, Burning and Wanting to Cum

After 20 minutes or so you return with a beach umbrella and a chair, along with a cooler. You ask me 'how's it going' and I turn to look at you and just glare at you.
But I don't say anything, not wanting this to get worse than it already is.

You begin yelling at me for having the soles of my feet dirty, but having to walk around in the prison without shoes on does that. It's not like I can help it. When you clean my feet and talk about dirt blocking UV rays I get what you are doing. You intend to burn the bottoms of my feet as it's probably the area where my skin is the lightest color.

You then grab a jar of oil and drip a paint brush into it, then I feel you coating my shoulders and back with the oil. Knowing you wanna roast me out here in the sun. When you coat my ass with oil I scream in pain as it seeps into my welts, "Aaaghhh Fuckkk" I breath heavily trying to withstand the pain of the oil seeping into my body. Then you oil the backs of my thighs, same pain as I again scream out..."Agghhhh ugh". Unable to stop the pain as I can't move. I just rock my head until the pain eventually lessons.

You continue to brush the oil onto my legs and then the soles of my feet as you tell me I'm 'set to sizzle'. Then you sarcastically tell me to let you know when I'm ready for another basting. I mumble, "Fuck you" under my breath but doubt you hear me, at least I hope not.

You have the nerve to sit in the shade and read as I roast in the hot sun. I'm now sweating like a pig as the oil heats my back up. Sweat dripping down my face and I can feel it puddling in the small of my back. I feel my ass crack sticking together from my sweat too.

After a couple of hours you talk about it being boring just laying there and you show me a big black vibrator. I mumble, "Oh fuck now, seriously? I'm frying out here and you're gonna do that to me?"

I watch you dip it in the oil and then rub it up and down my sweaty ass crack. Then down to my cunt lips. When you push it inside I grunt from the shock. I feel my cunt open up wide to accept the vibrator. It hurts as you push it further in. Then you begin fucking me with it. I feel myself getting wet, hating that I am. God I hate myself.

You just leave the vibrator humming inside me on a low speed. It serving to keep me excited but unable to cum. I admit it feels good, but as it hums for what seems like an hour, it is slowly driving me crazy. I try to keep a stoic face, not wanting you to know that I'm fucking excited and being kept on the edge but not close enough to cum. It's frustrating but I just look down at the sand hoping you don't see my frustration.

I watch you set a metal butt plug in front of me, the sun beating down on the metal as you tell me it's going in my ass in about a half hour. I look at you and know I have to say something, "Sir, please that will burn my insides out. Please it will do permanent damage. Isn't roasting my body punishment enough? Please Sir I beg you."

I lay there and feel my entire body burning, my shoulders, back, ass, legs and the soles of my feet probably hurting the most, feeling like they are blistering already and I know I have hours more to go. Thinking I won't be able to walk if they are badly burned. The feeling of my body roasting in the sun and the vibrator humming away inside my cunt is sensory overload. Unable to move, my body burning up and as odd as it sounds, I'm wanting to cum.

 

[Mkmydaze]

Beaten by the Welcome Wagon

After 30 minutes, I check the butt plug, and it is hot to the touch. Not as hot as I thought it would be, but hot enough. Luckily for you, I dip it into the oil to get it lubed up, and this probably cools it down some. While you squirm and beg, I slowly push the plug against your tight opening. It must be warm, you let out a hell of a screech, and then howled as I worked the plug in slowly, backing it out and then back in until it was in all the way. I notice a group of women off to the right, walking up the beach towards us, as I expected. “You’re in for a treat today cunt,” I say, pointing towards the group making their way towards us. “That’s the local Welcome Wagon, and they are here for you. See, most of their men work at the prison, and they’re not all that happy about it, seeing as cunts like you are there tempting them,” I explain. “So when they see me here on the beach with an inmate, they get the girls together and come down to show you exactly how they feel about that.”

Before the group gets here, I go back to the jeep and grab a handful of slim bamboo and rattan canes and bring them back to set down beside you. An older blonde woman steps up first and greets me.

“Got a fresh one for us Gibson?”, she asks, looking down at you. “Looks like you started without us,” she said, noticing the marks on your ass.

“Nah Sally, that’s from yesterday and the day before,” I respond. “Still plenty of untouched skin on her. And she’s been out all morning, should be nice and tender by now,” I add.

Sally picks up one of the bamboo canes and tests it. It makes a nice whippy sound. “How many do we get?” she asks, flexing the cane.

I look at the group, easily a dozen are there, waiting in line for their turn with the helpless inmate. They don’t look very happy. “Ten each,” I say, walking over with a strap that is 2 feet long and 2 inches wide. “And you can give her feet a couple each with this,” I say, laying the strap over the bamboo pole your ankles are tied to. I decide to leave the dildo running inside you, but think the butt plug needs to be removed, lest a cane hit it.

“Ok, thanks Gibson,” Sally responds, grinning as she turns to inform the rest of the local women of what I’ve just said.

The look on your face as Sally stands beside you and gets ready with the cane is priceless. It must sink in that these women are really here to make you suffer. The first stroke falls on your ass with a sharp crack, and I hear you bite back a scream. Thinking a gag is appropriate, I retrieve the rag I used earlier to scrub your feet and jam it into your mouth after asking Sally to wait for her second stroke. “Word of advice,” I whisper to you as I am pushing the wadded rag into your mouth. “Bite down on this, it will make it easier to take.”

Sally’s second stroke lands before I make it back to my chair, and then she calmly waits a moment, letting the burn sink in, before continuing. I watch to make sure she is abiding by the limits I set, and she is. Blows continue to rain down on your burning backside, making you shriek with pain. After a hard 10th stroke across your ass, Sally takes up the strap and proceed to give your soles a couple of good whacks. It takes a good 30 to 40 minutes for all the women to get their shot at you. By the time the last one is delivering her strokes, you are a mass of welts from your lower back to your knees, and the soles of your feet show angry red marks too.

Finally, they are finished, and depart. The only sound I hear now is the crashing of the waves and your quiet sobbing.

 

[debbiev]

The Brutal Beating

Watching you pick up the butt plug, knowing it has to be searing hot, I look at you fearful that you are about to burn my asshole up and cause severe damage. I watch you dip it in the oil, which has to cool it down some and for certain make it easier to insert into my ass. But still I worry that my ass will be burned and permanently damaged.

Despite my pleading I feel you place the butt plug against my asshole and then push it in. With the oiled plug and you pushing hard I feel my asshole open up to accept the plug. But the heat from it is overwhelming and I scream in pain as my stuffed asshole feels like it's being burned up. "AAAGHHH FUCK...SHIT...UGGHHH..UHH, FUCKKK." My entire body strains to withstand the heat.

The heat slowly subsides but I have to wonder what damage was done to me. My thought that this was the worst of the punishment for today is quickly gone when you point out a group of women approaching and about to make me pay for being a prisoner here and causing their men to have sex with women like me. Like it was my choice, it's all fucked up. I look up at them and they all just seem angry.

I look at you getting the canes and handing it to the first woman named Sally. I listen as she asks questions about the welts and bruises already across my lower back, ass and thighs. You telling her I've been baking in the sun and there are plenty of areas on me not marked up yet.

When you announce ten each and I see twelve or more women lined up I know I'll never be the same again, that this will cause permanent scars on me. I look up at you and begin begging, "Please Sir, not ten each, please, they will kill me, please Sir. You know I've been a model prisoner, you know I was framed with the drugs. I swear to god I'll do anything, just don't let them do this to me, I'm begging you."

The only good thing is you pull out the butt plug. Feeling my asshole now gaped open but at least it's out. Sally seems really angry at me, like I did something to her personally. Then she strikes me with the first stroke of the cane. My ass cheeks are viciously struck as I let out a loud grunt. Pain and the feeling of a streak across my ass that is burning. Wondering if she broke my skin on the first strike.

You lean down and shove a rag in my mouth as you tell me it will help. I bite down as instructed but the second strike is just as vicious. My entire body tenses up as I grunt like a wounded animal through the rag in my mouth. She waits between each strike. Finally she gets her tenth strike and my ass cheeks feel like they are on fire. The pain is total agony. My breathing is rapid and I'm sweating like a pig. To make it worse the magic wand continues on low speed, keeping me excited and on the edge. How can I have my ass viciously beaten and remain excited? Fuck, what is wrong with me?

As the women each take their turn I just feel dazed. Maybe I pass out for awhile, not even sure. I just know my shoulders, arms, back, ass, thighs and the soles of my feet are beaten to a pulp. I don't look but I'm guessing my back, ass and thighs have major open welts and are bleeding. That combined with being roasted in oil and tied up in the blazing sun just make me lay there thinking this is how I'm gonna die.

I barely have strength to cry, but some tears do drip down my face. Laying there with my head in the sand, still tied up like a captured animal as I begin to drift in and out of consciousness.

 

[Mkmydaze]

Full circle

The women give you a pretty bad beating, especially your ass. I knew it was going to be bad, but maybe it was more than you could take. I see your eyes becoming unfocussed, as if you are about to pass out. I slap your face a couple of times, trying to get you to wake up, but you seem out of it. Thinking it might be dehydration too, I get your electrolyte bottle and give you some small sips. You probably need more, but you are incapable of taking any more in.

The plan was to leave you out in the sun for the rest of the day, but now I am thinking that this might be enough. You’ve suffered a lot over the last few days, probably more than most other prisoners in my recent memory. I untie you from the pole you are bound to and remove your handcuffs. You can’t walk, so I throw you over my shoulder and carry you crying and moaning to the jeep and put you in the back. The doc needs to have a look at you as soon as I can get you back there.

Once in the infirmary, the doc examines you and doesn’t waste time reporting back to me.

“She’s pretty bad Gibson,” he said, looking at her chart. “Bad sunburn and took one hell of a beating on top of that, left her pretty swollen and bruised all over. Not sure if she has any soft tissue damage, she might need an ultrasound to confirm. Little dehydrated too. Given what she’s endured this week, I’d like to admit her to the island’s hospital for a week or two, make sure she’s ok.”

I nod as the doctor talks. “Ok doc, that’s fine. Make the arrangements, I’ll process the paperwork.”

The doc disappeared to notify the hospital and the let the prison ambulance staff know they have a patient to transport. I took a moment to have a look at Debbie, who was being given IV meds of some sort and looked to be asleep. She did good this week, took it all and kept going. She was tough, but she reached her limit. A part of me was going to miss her.

The next day, I was out by the gate, waiting with some of the guards. The prison bus was headed this way, bringing three more prisoners to our institution. I watched as it passed through the two gates, then rolled in and stopped in front of the administration building where we do the processing and intake of new prisoners. It is hot as hell out here, standing in my dark uniform, and I wipe a bead of sweat from my forehead before replacing my sunglasses. The driver waves the prisoners off the bus with his clipboard, and three new prisoners step off and stand before me.

A young blonde is last off the bus, and she catches my eye. I have her details before me – she’s American, 22 years old and was convicted of passing counterfeit currency. She’s been sentenced to 6 months. She looks nervous, her green eyes wide and staring all around her. Her name is Kristin, and she has no idea about the world she is about to enter. I grin as my eyes meet hers, and she looks away quickly.

“Welcome to Snake Island Correctional Center, ladies. My name is Captain Gibson.”