Women's Prison

by James Nash

  Nipan was reading her scriptures, a task she had undertaken at the same time each day since she had been brought to Licu jail, as the cell door opened wide. The young nun looked up in fear and gasped as she recognised, at the top of the cell steps, the young English girl flanked by two warders.

  “Jane ...!” she exclaimed and blushed hotly as she recalled the last time they had been so close, the young nun shuddering as she recalled lying face down across that desk, closing her eyes in shame as she remembered the pain and humiliation of the punishment room, of the big man grinning just before he ordered her to strip, of that dreadful cane as it came down again and again on her naked bottom and ... of Jane and what the girl had done with her fingers afterwards, things which Nipan had found so shameful, yet ...!

  As Jane walked towards her, a faint smile on her face, motioning to the warders to deposit her belongings, the young nun began to blush furiously, her hands to her face, again thrown back to the aftermath of her caning as she lay writhing on the desk, the soft hands of this young English girl exploring between her legs, finding her sex lips swollen and aroused, sticky and moist as the girl had intruded into her most shameful place, masturbating her gently. Nipan became aware, as Jane directed the prison staff in the unloading of her belongings, of the aura of power and influence which the young English girl now appeared to radiate and she found that the knowledge both frightened and excited her.

  Once the warders had been dismissed, the two girls stood face to face until Nipan lowered her eyes, still blushing with shame and Jane spoke to her softly .

  “Are you not glad to see me, Nipan?” she said and the young nun began to stammer.

  “Jane, pl ... please why are you here? What are you doing here?” she asked anxiously.

  Jane looked the trembling pretty Malayan girl up and down and smiled.

  “I have come to stay with you, Nipan... “ she said “... it was my request and they granted it. You have not answered my question... are you not glad to see me?”

  The lovely young nun, tears in her eyes, whispered “I... I do not know. You have seen so much. Done so much. I am so ashamed. The things you did to me after ... after ...” and her voice trailed off as Jane took her hand.

  “Yes, I saw a lot ...” she whispered, her breathing shallow “... I saw more than perhaps you realise, Nipan, more than you know!”

  The young nun turned away, blushing furiously, as Jane continued “You are ashamed and embarrassed because I touched you in the place where a girl cannot cheat ... cannot pretend! I know, Nipan, I know!” The girl began to tremble and cry softly as Jane stroked her hair. “Did they not tell you that I had been given the cane, too? You think you were shamed by them, Nipan? I was caned, as you were, completely naked ... but in a police station with nearly twenty men looking on!”

  The young nun looked up startled as Jane nodded

  “Yes and by the man who caned you, Nipan, so don’t think you have a monopoly on shame. I know how it feels, believe me!”

  Nipan made to speak, but Jane put a finger to the girl’s mouth. “Let me finish... “ she said softly,

  “... then you will know what I know and you will have to face up to it. I was humiliated, I was degraded, I was painfully, publicly caned. I was in awful pain ... and so were you!”

  She looked hard into the young nun’s eyes. “Back home in England, I had one or two boyfriends, nothing serious and I had never done ...” she paused, seeing the young nun blush “... anything with them except kiss and cuddle. I did that because it was expected and I never really got excited like they did about going any further. They couldn’t understand how I could be so detached and I began to wonder if I was sexless and frigid. So when I came here on holiday with two girlfriends, Nipan, I was a virgin, just as you are though my life was somewhat less austere. Then I was arrested for something I didn’t do and I swear that on all your bibles, Nipan. A boy I met on holiday lied to me about a parcel and I was caught with drugs ... and I was punished. I was punished shamefully with the cane on my bare bottom, degradingly, and in public!”

  She paused and looked down at the trembling Nipan, whose breathing was now tense and shallow.

  “I was naked and I was crying with pain, Nipan, but when the pain subsided ... I was violently sexually aroused ... terribly aroused ... shamefully aroused in front of all of them! That is why you are ashamed to face me, Nipan! That is why you look down at your feet in shame ... because you were violently aroused too! You wanted it so much, didn’t you, after your thrashing ... and you were too ashamed to face up to it! That is why you desperately seek refuge in the scriptures and cry out for absolution ... because you cannot face up to your own sexuality! Well all that is over, Nipan, and you are going to face it whether you want to or not! You don’t need religion, Nipan, you need sex and physical fulfilment and that is what you will get!”

  The pretty young nun was crying with shame now, her head in her hands, as Jane picked up the bag of belongings which the warders had dumped onto the spare bunk. She searched through it until she found what she sought, a long handled wooden hairbrush with which she gently began to brush her ash blonde hair. She smiled at the young nun who sat watching her, the girl’s face a picture of torment as she fought the demons inside her.

  “Are we truly friends?” asked Jane innocently and the young nun, trembling, gripped Jane’s hand.

  “Oh yes... “ she said hesitantly “... I am very fond of you, Jane, but I am so ashamed. You have said terrible things. I must pray for you, Jane, I cannot face ...” and she looked away, blushing vividly again.

  “I am here to stay now, Nipan ...,” Jane said evenly “... and I want you to prove your friendship. Come here and brush my hair!”

  The young nun’s eyes widened at the commanding tone and, as if magnetised, she got up and walked over to Jane’s bunk, reaching across the seated girl for the hairbrush lying on top of the blanket. Almost as if rehearsed, Jane leaned back so that the girl stumbled against her and in a flash she had pulled the young nun forwards and across her knees, so that the trembling girl lay with her bottom upturned across Jane’s thighs.

  Nipan, frightened and upset, began to struggle as Jane held her down. “Oh, please what are you doing?” the girl cried out and Jane kept a firm hold on her shoulders with one hand and picked up the hairbrush with the other, looking eagerly at the beautiful buttocks, covered by the thin prison pants, which lay wriggling across her lap.

  “You are going to learn about yourself, Nipan ...” Jane said softly, but with obvious menace as the girl struggled to free herself “ ... and if you struggle or cry out for help, I will call on the warders to take you to Sergeant Hoec for another lesson! You know what will happen then, don’t you? You are an ordinary prisoner now ... and such a pretty girl! I don’t believe it will end with a caning, do you, Nipan?”

  Nipan, whimpering, ceased her struggling, terrified of the implications, for now she knew how much influence Jane had acquired, and was in awe.

  “Jane, what are you going to do to me?” she whispered in a trembling voice and, for answer, Jane took her left hand from the girl’s shoulders and, as Nipan cried out softly in fear and shame, Jane slipped her hand under the girl’s belly and found the two retaining buttons on her pants. Undoing them, she watched with rapidly quickening heart as the pants opened and slid off the young nun’s hips and down to her ankles, her lovely bare bottom again exposed to Jane’s eager gaze. As Nipan whimpered, Jane picked up the hairbrush and raised her arm, bringing the soft bristle side down on the girl’s quivering bottom cheeks, creating little darts of fire in the quaking girl as Nipan began to wail in shame. After some dozen warming strokes, Jane turned the brush over and began to spank the quivering buttocks very hard. After some thirty strokes, after which both cheeks of the girl’s bottom were mottled and bright red, Jane put down the brush and, as Nipan cried softly, she put her hand un
der the girl’s bottom and opened up the lips of her vagina, finding her moist and hot.

  “You see, Nipan ...” Jane said softly “... I know this excites you and I want to bring you to pleasure without guilt, without shame. You know what you need and I can provide it! It will take time, Nipan, and until then you will do as I order! Open your legs and enjoy what I do!”

  The young nun moaned with pleasure as Jane’s intrusive fingers continued to do unbelievable magical things inside her, driving her mad, filling her with such feelings that she never knew existed, feelings for which she knew she should pray for forgiveness ... but she was too far gone. Soon she began to moan softly, moving her bottom up and down in time with Jane’s ministrations, then moved around and threw her arms around the neck of the English girl.

  As Nipan held Jane around the neck, she had tried to wriggle round to sit on Jane’s lap but the burning in her bottom was too intense, forcing her to straddle Jane, half standing, half crouching, her trousers now discarded completely. Jane picked up the hairbrush again, this time by the business end and gently eased the long smooth handle under the girl’s blazing bottom cheeks until it nudged at her lips. Slowly Jane began to insert the handle, easing it back and forth, eliciting a frantic moaning noise from the young girl whose face now glowed with delight, her eyes closed as Jane continued to thrust the slim handle in and out of the glistening, swollen lips. Ever further she pushed until the thicker part of the handle at the end disappeared entirely inside the girl as she shrieked with pleasure.

  Finally, with a gentle push as the young girl rode up and down, impaled on her wooden phallus, the young nun, breathing very rapidly now, cried out as her hymen gave way and a trickle of blood ran down the inside of her legs. She was a virgin no more and she began to moan as Jane increased the speed of the strokes, thrusting deep into the vagina until she sensed the spasmodic gripping of the excited muscles against the smooth handle.

  Nipan’s body was trembling with sexual excitement and she screamed out, throwing her arms around Jane as, for the first time in her life, she climaxed and collapsed into Jane’s welcoming arms.

  “What have you done to me, Jane? What have you done?” the young girl exclaimed in wonder and shame. “Oh I love you so much!” and now, emboldened by her own release, she moved her hand down to the buttons of Jane’s trousers, undoing them, then, blushing, she sought the young English girl’s vagina, delighting in the moist, warm lips she found there.

  “Nipan ...” Jane said softly “... I love you too and for the rest of my sentence here we will make each other happy. I will have to serve the Officer and the Sergeant, too ... that is my cross to bear ... but no one will touch you again, Nipan. No one but me and I will know what you need and how to excite you. I have also got them to commute your sentence from nine months to the same length as mine. When I am released you will come with me. What happens then is up to you!”

  The two girls, both changed irrevocably by their punishments, looked at each other with unreserved desire before Nipan, blushing, pulled Jane towards her and they lay down on the bed. The young Malayan girl, released at last from all her repression, began to stroke Jane’s hair, softly and tenderly, whispering endearments into her ear as Jane held her close. The young English girl knew now that she had come of age, truly come of age, that Debbie and Jo, Mom and Dad, her friends back home - all these were of another time which she could never recapture, a time gone forever.

  Holding each other tightly, the two girls lay side by side where they began to explore each other’s bodies gently, tenderly then they bonded together almost as one and made love, guiltless and happy at last.

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