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Scotlands Alcatraz

Chapter 8 Denny's thrashing and rape

Chapter 8. Denny's thrashing and rape

Sunday afternoons they were allowed 'up top', the term they used for being above ground level and could wander over the island, Mainly they had to follow the course of the cross-country track because of bog land and other natural obstacles. This Sunday the weather was unusually fine with just a moderate breeze so the group walked along the pathway until they came to an outcrop of rocks that sheltered them from the wind and formed a natural suntrap. Two of the more lenient guards stood close by but didn't interfere when the group sat and continued their discussion on the evening's event. The boys boasted on how they were going to fuck the girl's into oblivion; the girls were more worried about how hard the boys were going to hit them. Maureen lay in Brian's arms and allowed him to openly fondle her tits and then, seeing the guards making no move to stop them, Peter and Sally started some serious petting.

"It's your free time," Chris, one of the guards spoke, "You can go all the way if you want as long as you don't want to go somewhere private. We won't stop you enjoying yourselves. Unfortunately we're on duty so we can only watch." Maureen and Brian pushed their sweat pants down and she took his cock into her cunt regardless of the others looking on. The rest of the group paired up but none were bold enough to fuck the girls so openly. Only Debra and Quack remained apart, openly hostile to each other.

"Don't think your getting your prick inside me tonight," Debra spat at him.

"Don't think I'm not going to lay that tawse on you good and hard. You'll have very sore tits when you go to bed," Quack retorted. "You going to whack Jan's tits Denny? Or you going to add to her sore arse?"

"I'm not going to hit her at all." Denny replied very quietly. "It is not right that we are being forced to hit the girls for pleasure. I shall refuse to do it."

"You've got to Denny. It will only make things worse if you don't. I know you won't hurt me too much." Jan pleaded with him for some time and the others added their arguments as well. Denny just kept quiet. Jan was very worried. She knew he could be really stubborn on issues of principle. He'd got away with it to a large extent when he defended her but she doubted the head would back down from another confrontation especially if he wasn't in a very good mood.

*****

"If that little shit of a boy doesn't do what he told to, drag him in here and I'll give him such a thrashing and fuck his arse that he'll remember it for the rest of his life." Derek was not in a good mood.

"Okay boss," Jeff answered, "It's bout time his arse had a real hiding. Got away with it for too long." Jeff and Ron were the two most sadistic of the guards on the security staff and the prisoners had already learned to be very careful in their presence.

"Stay out of the way while the others are doing their bit. Leave the twins till last and if he still refuses to do it, like he said to Chris, drag him here. Don't waste time arguing and I'll show him how he should have done it then give him an arse like hers. I'll watch on the monitors."

A small crowd of staff gathered to watch the event. Ros was there, not because she wanted to see the spectacle but because she hoped to be able to control any excesses her 'children' did. In the short time they had been in the prison, she regarded them as 'hers', the children in her care, that despite the fact she was not that much older than they were. She was also very worried that Denny was going to refuse to beat Jan. "He can be really stubborn and pigheaded at times," she told Nurse Pauline.

As expected the first four boys didn't hit their girls overly hard. Just enough to redden their backsides except for Shelly who asked to take hers across her shoulders because her arse was already tender. Debra made the same request but Quack insisted her wanted to 'tickle her tits'. When Debra refused to turn over, Jeff and Ron stepped in and flipped her then forcibly held her down. "Don't let the little bitch fuck you about boy," Jeff said, "Swing that leather good and hard on them. That will take some of the fire out her mouth and put in on her boobs."

Quack didn't need any further instruction. He crashed the tawse across the girl's sensitive breasts with some force, leaving a broad, painful band across both. Debra screamed and cursed at him but that only incited the Quack to do it again. "That's better boy," Jeff remarked, "Them others hardly touched their girls. Make this one wish she'd offered her cunt to you for the night." Quack did. Five more times he laid the strap in the narrow band occupied by her tits. Crying, sobbing and screaming Debra gently cupped her tits for several minutes before she could stand without support.

"Come to the hospital room Debra." Pauline gently led the girl away.

"Your turn Denny." Jeff offered him the tawse.

"Take it Denny," Jan yelled when the boy folded his arms, "You won't hurt me as much as they'll hurt you."

With his whole body shaking, Denny quietly said, "This is wrong Jan. This is not bonding, it is aggression. We shouldn't be forced to whip each other, to give pain for no reason. No I will not be party to it. I will take what comes even if it kills me."

"It might just do that boy. Come with us." Jeff and Ron dragged the boy without any regard to Jan who had to try and keep up with them.

"So you think you can change my mind again do you Dennis? You think you are above me and refuse to take orders. We'll see what you have to say about that in an hour's time." Everyone in the room could see he was in a rage. "Get the prisoners back to their dorms, Miss Parsons. Leave the door open so they can hear his screams." Rosalind ushered her class back into the boys' dorm.

"Right you pathetic little runt," the head took a cane from the rack and placed it on his desk, "You'll be getting a full dose of this in a short while." Denny could not control his muscles. His shaking became violent and he relieved himself on the head's floor. "Pathetic, really pathetic," snarled the head, "You ought to have been a girl. A five year old would stand up better." Denny could not control himself. He didn't know why, it was just part of his make-up.

"First though, I'm going to do what you should have done. I'm going to give Jan her six with the tawse."

"No! No!" Denny cried out, tears running down his face, "It's me that has to be punished, not her."

"I decide on punishments boy." Turning to two guards that stood by the door, "Hold her over the table and I'll freshen up those welts that seem to be healing so nicely." After only a short struggle amidst more pleading from both Jan and Denny, the two guards had Jan face down across the desk. "Now watch little Denny. Watch and remember because next time you refuse to do this, it will be a dozen for each of you."

The welts on Jan's arse had begun to fade although she still felt them every time she sat on a hard seat. Derek wasn't concerned about them. He wanted to make sure there was no repetition of the boy's defiance. Bringing his arm well back he brought his biggest tawse thundering down on Jan's arse. Her screams would be heard throughout the prison. "Six of yours wouldn't have hurt her as much as that one of mine. This penal tawse is much more severe than the one we asked you to use." Derek laughed evilly at the boy as he brought the terrible strap down again. The onlookers could see Jan's arse swelling and her previous caning stripes showed clearly. Jan's howls reverberated through every corridor but the Head continued to mercilessly thrash the girl. When he finished the two guards had to hold Jan up because she couldn't stand on her own two feet.

Denny tried saying how sorry he was to Jan but she couldn't hear him. He hadn't anticipated that his action would affect anyone else. He expected to be punished and had worried himself almost to sickness over it but to see his girlfriend hurt so badly because of him, he felt like dying.

"Your turn now little boy. You're going to get the same except I shall use this, the No.3 cane. The cane for the most serious offences and then I shall use this." He pulled out his hard prick. "You had a good hard arse fuck boy?" Even those around him were surprised by his vindictiveness.

Denny didn't answer. His mind was still in shock from seeing Jan suffer so badly because of him. He hadn't wanted her to suffer at all. That was the reason for refusing the tawse. Jeff and Ron positioned the shaking boy on the table with his buttocks over the end. Only vaguely did he hear, "Are you ready?" Derek slashed the first stroke hard across the displayed arse. It dug deep into the boy's buttocks. A wide while line appeared which quickly changed to a fiery red.

Denny gave a short cry, his shaking ceased and he lay apparently lifeless on the desk. Ros, who had just returned to the room, rushed out again to find the nurse. She wasn't in the hospital room. "Dammit Pauline, where are you?" she swore to herself. She phoned security. And found she was with Debra in the girl's dorm.

"Well, I'm going to fuck him if nothing else," Derek fumed as he opened the Vaseline jar already to hand. Jan was screaming at him to let Denny alone. "You've killed him! You murderer!" Even the hardened security guards were becoming concerned. "Gag that girl," the Headmaster ordered.

Denny showed signs of waking as the Head's prick forced it's way into his bum hole. "I'm going to fuck you boy and then finish your caning. Your hear that?" Denny only relapsed into unconsciousness again. "Get the smelling salts out of that cupboard," Derek ordered Ron, "Wake him up so he feels all this. It's like fucking a corpse." By the time the salts were found and used, Derek had shot his load.

The boy returned to feel the terrible pain and started shaking and screaming again. "Good," Derek was once again laughing as he raised the cane and brought it down once more. Another line of fire crossed the boy's arse. He raised the cane and brought it down for the third time. Due to Denny's convulsive shaking the stroke obliquely cut across a previous one. It opened a wound and blood flowed. Mad with rage now, Derek struck again and produced another open wound. Denny lay completely still. Jan struggled free and threw herself over him and clung on dearly.

"So you want it as well girl!" Derek shouted and raised the cane. To Jan's amazement it never landed. Tom Simkins, head of security gripped the head's wrist, twisted it until the cane fell and he handcuffed both wrists.

"Put him in a cell for the night until we find out what the governors at HQ want us to do with him." The room now seemed full of guards and two took him away.

Nurse Patterson took over and indicated to Tom to help the girl off the prostrate and limp Denny. She felt his pulse. There was none. "Make a human stretcher and carry him to the hospital. No, don't try and wake him up yet." Jan slumped as she tried to walk. Tom picked her up and carried her along. Pauline hurried ahead. Sarah, the primary first-aider, was alongside. "Face up on the bed," Pauline ordered. "John put those washing-up gloves on an hold that chain clear of his body and yours. Tom you keep the chain clear of Jan's body too and don't touch it. Hold her still." Jan had tried to rush forward and hold Denny. "Have the oxygen ready Sarah, please." Efficiently, the nurse connected the monitoring equipment and the shocker. "Charging 250." She turned and checked everyone was away from the bed. "Clear!" Denny's body jerked; the monitor bleeped.

"We have an output," Sarah shouted and read the figures.

"Oxygen Sarah." Denny was breathing but still unconscious. They now had a little time and could work steadily to relieve the pain. Looking up at one of the older men in the room, Pauline remarked, "We bought that machine for older men in case the girls gave them a heart attack. Didn't expect to use it on a youngster."

"I think we had better get that chain cut now too," Pauline went on but Jan pleaded with her not to do so. "I need that to allowed to keep with him," she said, "And try and keep the stupid bloody sod out of trouble." In the end Pauline had a bed for Jan pushed alongside Denny's. She gave them both a morphine shot so she could work on them without causing too much distress.


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