by Smith, Bryan
The warden smiled and tugged at the leash. “Sit, dog.”
Livia wanted to cry. This was even worse than she had expected. The disrespect of the underlings earlier made sense now. They’d known what was about to be done to her. What made it worse was the knowledge that her descent into humiliation was just starting. She was afraid to imagine how much worse it might get.
Dr. Woronov laughed. “Yes, dog. Sit.”
Ms. Wickman chuckled. “You heard her, dog. Sit down or you’ll be spanked.”
Trying not to cry or otherwise outwardly show disappointment at this treatment, Livia set her handbag on the little table and began to take a seat on the semi-circular booth bench.
But the warden gave the leash a hard yank. “No, dog. On the floor at my feet. That’s where you belong.”
This time Livia’s eyes did well with moisture as she yielded to this command. She lowered herself to the floor, going to her knees at the warden’s feet. The warden gave the leash another hard yank and pulled Livia closer. “Rest your head against my leg, dog.”
Livia did as ordered. She sniffled as she felt the warden’s hand at the top of her head. The woman was petting her like a dog. “That’s a good dog,” Ms. Wickman told her. “Maybe if you stay good, we’ll let you have a treat later.”
Do. Woronov giggled. “But only if you beg for it. Right, warden?”
The warden chuckled. “Oh, the dog will do some begging before the night is finished. Of that I can assure you.”
Some tears trickled down Livia’s face over those next few minutes, but they soon dried up. Tears were useless. She was trapped. Helpless. All she could do was kneel right here and take it as long as necessary.
21.
The taste of pussy in her mouth lingered long after Alice Kincaid had gotten her fill of squatting on Jessica’s face. Apparently pleased by Jessica’s oral ministrations, Alice was eager to return the favor. After groping and suckling on her breasts for a few moments, the woman went down on her. This wasn’t something Jessica desired, but she went along with it, knowing it was important to seem to enjoy it.
To that end, she stared at the ceiling and fantasized about things that actually did turn her on. This was accomplished easily enough and soon she was moaning and squirming on the futon. The whole time, though, she kept being aware of the unaccustomed taste of vaginal secretion. Her face was wet with it, too. She wanted to wipe it away, but Alice was watching her and she didn’t want the woman thinking she found anything about her distasteful.
After what seemed like an appropriate amount of time, she started making louder noises, orgasmic noises, arching her back and gasping as she writhed in the throes of apparent ecstasy on the futon. She also did this for what she judged an appropriate amount of time. At last, she let out a deep, contented sigh and said, “Oh, shit. Baby, that was fucking amazing.”
Alice took her face away from Jessica’s vagina and smiled as she said, “Had enough?”
Jessica lifted her head up to look at her. “I don’t think I could take anymore. Not right now, anyway. You make me too crazy.”
Alice laughed and crawled up on the futon, curling up with her. “You know what’s really crazy?” she said, touching Jessica’s face and lightly caressing her cheek. “I can have practically any girl I want in this place. Really hot bitches, some of them. Lucy, for instance. Until you showed up, I was pretty satisfied with her and the others. But I think you’re already my new favorite. My top girl.” She paused to kiss Jessica lightly on the mouth. “What do you think about that, baby?”
Jessica draped a leg over the other woman’s midsection. “I don’t think it’s crazy at all. I’m much hotter than Lucy, for fuck’s sake. She’s nothing special.”
Alice laughed. “Not exactly modest, are you?”
“Never have been. Don’t see any reason to start now.”
Alice laughed again. “Oh, I like you. We’re gonna get along just fine. So tell me, what do you not like about my number two?”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “Jesus, I hardly know where to start. She’s pretty fucking presumptuous, for one thing. On the way over here, she said something about claiming me for herself once you were done with me.”
Alice’s big smile first froze and then slowly faded. “Yes, presumptuous is one way to describe that. The bitch was out of line. That’s another way.”
Jessica decided it was time for a big gamble. “It almost got her ass dead.”
Alice peered intently into Jessica’s eyes for a long moment, searching them for something. The woman was thinking, weighing and gauging her.
Then she said, “Is that so?”
It was hard to know what was going on in Alice’s head, whether she approved or disapproved, but Jessica couldn’t take back what she’d said. She also knew that doing so wouldn’t be a good idea. Retreating would make her look weak. “Yeah, it is.”
Alice grunted. “So why didn’t you do it?”
Jessica was grateful for the question. Here was a case of the honest answer being the best possible one. “Because I didn’t know how you’d take it. I’m interested in what you’ve got going on in this place and want to be a part of it. I didn’t want to overstep my bounds.”
Alice’s smile returned, though it was more restrained this time. “Smart girl. Being smart is part of how you survive here. But so is knowing when not to take some other bitch’s shit. You showed everyone what you were made of your first night here by killing that cunt Laura Grier. So if you had killed Lucy tonight, what would you have done about Sam?”
“Sam?”
“The guard.”
“Ah, right,” Jessica said, nodding.
She hadn’t forgotten who Sam was, of course, but she was being cautious. The question presented a tricky conundrum, because Alice had already gone into great detail about how valuable the guard was to her. Yet the logical answer was unavoidable. Killing Lucy in the man’s presence would almost certainly have necessitated killing him, too.
Time stretched out. Alice was waiting for an answer and Jessica didn’t have a good one. She was at least temporarily saved from having to come up with one when someone out on the landing rapped something hard against one of the cell bars. The abrupt noise intrusion made Jessica tense and caused Alice to flinch in her arms.
The sound was followed by the clearing of a throat. “Alice? Are you busy?”
Alice scowled as she disengaged herself from Jessica and sat up. “The fuck is it, Lucy?”
“I’m sorry to interrupt, but there’s something important you need to know about. I don’t think it can wait.”
Alice groaned. “Hold the fuck on a minute.”
She grabbed a T-shirt from the floor and pulled it on as she got up and stalked angrily across the floor to the front of the cell, where she whisked aside the privacy curtain. “This better be pretty fucking good, bitch. The goddamn building better be about to burn to the ground or some shit like that.”
Sam was out there on the landing with her. A baton was gripped in his right hand. Jessica guessed that was what had been rapped so loudly against the cell bars. He looked into the cell, eyeing Jessica warily as Alice raged at her subordinate.
Spying an open bottle of wine on a nearby table, Jessica slid off the futon and walked over to it with purposeful slinkiness. She made no move to pull on her clothes. Letting this guard see how good her body was seemed like a good idea. The man was already in cahoots with a black market organization run by inmates. He was susceptible to manipulation by women, especially very attractive women like Alice Kincaid.
Women like herself.
She picked up the bottle and took a deep slug from it, holding the wine in her mouth a moment and swishing it around before swallowing. Some of the lingering taste of pussy went away with it. She took another big swallow as she kept an eye on the proceedings.
“The fucking prison isn’t burning down,” Lucy said, the apologetic tone gone now, replac
ed by urgency. “But something just as big might be happening.”
Alice snorted. “Might be? You intruded on me for something you don’t even goddamn know for goddamn sure about?”
“I’m pretty sure about it.”
Alice shook her head and sighed. “So spit it out. What’s so fucking important?”
“We need to discuss it privately.”
She shot a pointed glance in Jessica’s direction.
“You can say whatever you have to fucking say in front of her. She’s one of us now.”
Lucy looked taken aback by this pronouncement. “What? Already? She--”
“Shut up and get in here, bitch. You, too, Sam.”
Alice stepped aside and waved them into the cell. As Sam moved through the opening, she snatched the baton from him. He looked slightly peeved by this, but she glared at him and he continued into the cell. Alice swept the privacy curtain back into place and approached them.
“Okay, assholes. What’s up?”
Lucy and the guard exchanged a nervous glance. As Jessica sipped more wine, she sensed their faith in the information they were about to impart wasn’t absolute. It was, however, important enough that they were willing to risk incurring Alice’s wrath by sharing it immediately.
“Everything might be about to change here. Like, completely,” Lucy said, that urgency still in her voice. “It has something to do with the Frauenschaft. There’s more to it, but that much we know pretty much for sure.”
“The Frauenschaft? Really?’
Lucy nodded. “Yes.”
“And how did you come by this information?”
“Ted came to Sam with it tonight. He’d heard something somehow and he was all nervous about it. Jumpy. Looking over his shoulder. Like that.”
Alice shook her head. “Ted’s just a lowly guard. How would he know anything really important?”
“I don’t know,” Lucy said, frowning. “He just did. And according to him, the change will affect some of the staff, too. The guards, mostly. He’s thinking they won’t be needed anymore once this change happens.”
“And you believe him?’
“I do,” Lucy said, a note of defiance entering her voice. “Especially with some of the shit that’s been happening lately with those Nazi bitches. How untouchable they’ve become.”
Alice’s expression turned thoughtful for a moment. “Okay,” she said, more subdued now. “What’s this supposedly big thing that’s gonna change everything? And how are the Nazi cunts involved?”
Lucy told her the rest of it. Alice’s expression went from skeptical to deeply worried as she listened. Beneath the worry, however, was a mix of fear and excitement, which closely mirrored what Jessica was feeling. If what she was hearing was accurate, there was a strong chance she could be out of this place much sooner than she’d imagined.
Out of here or dead, one or the other.
Her mind was so a-swirl with the possibilities of what it all might mean that she barely noticed as Alice Kincaid tossed the baton in her direction. Sharply-honed instinct saved her from being struck in the face as she snatched it out of midair. She glanced at it briefly before looking at Alice.
“What am I supposed to do with this?”
Alice smiled. “Isn’t it obvious?”
She turned her head and looked at Lucy in a very deliberate, pointed way.
However, she said nothing.
Jessica took another sip from the wine bottle and set it down on the table.
Lucy Thorne’s brow creased in confusion. “What’s going on? Alice?”
Alice kept smiling and remained silent.
Lucy didn’t see Jessica coming until it was too late. She was a blur of motion as she zipped across the floor and cracked the baton across Lucy’s face. The force of the blow broke her jaw and sent her tumbling to the floor. She landed hard on her side on the shag rug and rolled onto her back as Jessica fell upon her and raised the baton for another blow.
Sam gasped in shock and looked like he wanted to intervene. He fidgeted and took a tentative step toward the women on the rug.
Alice glared at him. “Stand back. Let it happen, Sam.”
The guard had a stricken look on his face, but he made no further move to intervene.
Lucy gazed blearily up at Jessica. “Puh…puh…”
Jessica brought the baton down as hard as she could, smashing it across the center of the woman’s face. The blow shattered teeth and caused blood to come burbling from the corners of her mouth.
“Yeah, bitch,” Alice said, sneering down at her former number two. “Have fun in hell. I’ve got a way better top girl now.”
She laughed.
Jessica didn’t give a shit about Lucy one way or the other. She thought this was probably a bit overly vindictive, especially in light of the information the woman had brought them, but she wasn’t the one running this show.
Not yet, anyway.
Alice laughed again. “Finish her, Jess.”
“Whatever you say, boss.”
She raised the baton again and brought it down several more times, cracking the woman’s skull open and making a thorough wreck of her face. Because she knew it would please Alice, she kept at it long after the woman beneath her was dead.
22.
The warden and the doctor had ceased talking. Still kneeling on the floor at the warden’s feet, Livia flicked her eyes upward and saw that they were making out. The warden had her hand on the doctor’s throat and was squeezing hard as they kissed. She’d let go of the leash handle to do this. Livia was caught between relief at this and a ferocious jealousy of the doctor, who was receiving the favored treatment she’d believed would be hers.
The make-out session was soon interrupted by the appearance of a waitress. This was a younger woman. She looked barely twenty. She was slim and fit and clad in a short black skirt and a tight white top. A red Nazi armband encircled her left bicep.
“Hello, ladies. My name is Allison. Can I get you anything? Drinks or some food?”
The warden stroked her chin, thinking about it. “Hmm. No food yet for us. Not yet, anyway. The expanded menu will be available following tonight’s performance, correct?”
The perky Hitler Youth waitress nodded. “That’s right, ma’am. Would you like something to tide you over until then? An appetizer, perhaps?”
Livia flinched when she felt the warden’s hand at the top of her head again.
“Nothing for us, thank you, but perhaps some scraps for the dog.”
The waitress glanced at Livia, smirking. “Yes, ma’am. And drinks?”
“A bottle is on the way, but tonight is a special occasion. Bring us even more drinks. I’ll have a glass of your finest red. The doctor here will have the same.”
“Anything to drink for the dog?”
The warden sighed. Livia heard mock-reluctance in the tone. “I suppose that would be okay. Bring it a bowl of water.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And, girl?”
The waitress stopped in mid-turn, faced the warden again. “Yes, ma’am?”
“Be quick about it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The waitress hurried away, a noticeable extra spring in her step now.
The doctor laughed. “Look at the little missy scurry off. You scared her.”
The warden chuckled. “I do enjoy scaring lovely young ladies. That one was particularly delicious. I might have to have her brought to my room some night.”
The doctor laughed.
And then the sounds of amusement ceased as the make-out session resumed. It was more enthusiastic now, punctuated by wet, smacking sounds. Livia looked up and saw the warden’s hand on the doctor’s throat again. The doctor had a hand beneath the hem of the warden’s dress, fingering her.
In a few more minutes, Helga returned with a bottle of vodka. She poured a liberal amount into each of the glasses on the little table, gav
e Livia a shove to make some room, and then took a seat on the other side of Ms. Wickman. The leash fell to the floor, temporarily forgotten. For a time, the warden alternated between kissing the women to either side of her. Watching the three-way action turned Livia on despite her diminished status in this equation.
Soon the waitress returned, bearing glasses on a tray along with a bottle of wine. These she set on the table. Also on the tray were two small stainless steel bowls. These she set on the floor in front of Livia. One was filled with water, the other with some bloody scraps of meat. While kneeling in front of her, the waitress reached out and scratched the top of Livia’s head. “Aw. She’s cute.”
Dr. Woronov snorted. “Not that cute.”
The waitress frowned. “You know, you’re right. Trick of the light, I guess. This is actually a pretty homely dog.”
Dr. Woronov laughed. “And a dumb one, too.”
They all laughed.
Ms. Wickman waved a hand at the waitress. “Away, girl.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The waitress hurried away again.
Livia was stewing over the insults when she felt a hand at the back of her neck. It gave her a hard shove. “Eat, dog,” came a voice she recognized as belonging to Helga Von Trammpe. “The warden is being generous by allowing you this treat. Show some fucking respect.”
A helpless look of disgust creased Livia’s features as she studied the scarps of meat in the bowl. She couldn’t tell what kind of meat it was, just that it was bloody and shredded-looking, as if whatever animal it had come from had been fed through a wood chipper. At least it looked relatively fresh. At this point, it wouldn’t have surprised her if the meat had been rancid and rotting and crawling with maggots. So things could be worse.
She reached into the bowl to retrieve one of the scraps of meat. This earned her a thwack to the back of the head. She cried out in surprised pain.
“Don’t be stupid, dog.” This was Helga again. “Eat in the way of your kind. Put your stupid face to the bowl.”
Dr. Woronov giggled.
Of course she fucking did. She gave every appearance of enjoying Livia’s humiliation even more than the other women. Livia decided she would take revenge against the woman somewhere down the line. She and this duplicitous bitch had shared a bed for several months. They had been lovers. Livia understood that the doctor had no choice but to go along with this, but she didn’t have to take such obvious fucking glee in it. Did she?