A RIDDLE WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY INSIDE AN ENIGMA

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HMP BECKSHILL

She patiently stood in the queue……..
There were not as many visitors as yesterday…….therefore the queue was not that long..…….
She was standing just behind two other females….…….if you could classify them as that………

Both looked shabby…….one too thin…….the other too fat……..more flotsam from society, gutter type trash……….they had the gray mottled complexions of either alcohol or drug addiction……probably both in their cases…………
They both looked dirty…….and the unsavoury aroma emanating from them underlined and confirmed their hygiene standards………
Their clothing…….Good God………stained tracksuits and cheap plastic anoraks…………
Heaven knows thought Zoya on the state of their underclothes……….
Their voices grated on Zoya’s ears..……..they had the common tongue….…..slurred, harsh………they were unable to form correct sentences…….they spoke in slang…...it was almost like mumbling…….
They were like something from a Dickensian novel…….
It made Zoya reel in disgust…….she felt like snapping both their necks……nobody would miss this type of human garbage……..
So much for capitalism she inwardly sneered…….the West is Best right…….Yeah right……..Fuck you……..

Zoya was not blending in here…….she had never expected to……..no wonder the real teacher hated these visits……..and she had not even reached her classroom full of criminals yet……

She rather stood out in Ms Miranda Stephenson’s rather smart beige suit and sensible shoes……..smelling of perfume…..……her elegant and rather retro continental high clipped hairstyle……..wearing those prim and proper tortoiseshell spectacles……….
She was rather pretty and lithe too……..

Now only with the woman’s briefcase in hand and the brown leather bag over her shoulder………she shuffled forward
She had decided to leave the heavy long coat in the car……….it was only a short walk and the weather was holding…….but it was still rather chilly
Plus……..if she had to flight or fight the heavy coat would get in the way
She turned her head around slightly….……….peeking to who and what was behind her…….
There was five or six equally disgusting plebs behind waiting in some sort of line……

The reception and security area was brightly lit with florescent lighting……..
The walls had been painted battleship grey………bricks painted over many times……..the joints of the mortar set between them was thick with many layers of government issue paint.
The floor being layered with cracked and dirty and once white linoleum…….

There was a high fronted check in desk…….made from cheap dark mock brown wood………more than likely chipboard layered with a hard surface
Behind which sat on stools were two HM prison officers……..

From this station the prison authorities checked in visitors by using chunky thick lime green log books………after checking expected visitor lists and checking those names back to relevant ID or some other legitimate form of identification……..an entry was made into the books by black pen…….

Ever since the end of wartime rationing in the early 1950s an official form of government identification had been discontinued………..
This so called democratic and liberal decision had been a godsend to criminal, terrorist and any hostile foreign state security organisation ever since…….

One of the guards was an overweight middle aged man……
Slightly balding………fleshy jowls, a red pock marked face………
He wore a white long sleeved uniform shirt with a black clip on tie……..complete with epaulette sliders on his shoulders denoting silver serial numbers……….

He was the one that recorded a certain Ms Miranda Stephenson visiting the prison………he wrote her name down in the book……….
Reason for visit: Education Class, English Literature, Class 37

He compared the face on the identification badge to that of the woman standing before him…….
He noted that she was a looker…….
She noted him taking what he thought to be sneaky looks at her firm and curved bust………no doubt seeing the feint lines of the bra she wore underneath the blouse……….imagining her without her top on……..
That’s what the pigs were generally like……

‘It’s not right you know that I should be forced to queue up like this’ she played the disgruntled professional……..

The other guard was female……..younger, her dirty blonde hair, curly, clipped to the back of her head……
She had ferret eyes on a ferret looking face….
She was identically uniformed………..and was checking in one of the scruffy female plebs just before her…….
She answered ……

‘Everyone queues madam’ sounding bored……..she had heard it all before
‘Yes…….I know that….but I am here on official business……not visiting with these’ she pretended to be lost for words ‘well ….these people’

The woman next to her being processed looked around ‘who you calling these peoples……...what are you…….the sodding Queen’…….she sounded as common as muck………

Zoya ignored her remarks……..like the soft, non violent female she pretended to be…….at the same time imagining grabbing a handful of hair and smashing the woman’s face into the hard counter……..

The male this time…….
‘If it was official Madam you would be processed through the staff entrance…….but you are listed as a charity organisation’
‘But……’ she never finished her sentence
‘We are understaffed so please move along’
‘I will complain to the headmistress…..and the governing board’ said Zoya…….trying to sound insulted at her treatment
‘Please do’ said the guard…….
‘I am not coming back’ she said……..which was actually true…….nor would the woman she was impersonating either…………….
He continued……..
‘Please go through to the physical check madam and your escort will be there to meet you on the other side…..Thank You’
‘Thank you’ she said in an annoyed tone………she left it at that…….she had played her part

She followed the other mouthy peasant towards the last security check point…….

There was nothing ornate and fancy there…….no X ray machine……..no walkthrough metal detectors…….
Just a large desk with another male and female combination standing behind it………..
The uniformed male was rather young looking…….no doubt just starting out in his career……..he was rather gawky with slick black hair…..…acne on his face……….

She waited in line……looking infuriated like any other insulted law abiding taxpayer from a better class would be…………………..
Then she saw the female guard behind the table…..
Oh…Hello You……she thought…….finally there was a bright spot to this depressing hole……..

Zoya, dressed in another woman’s clothes…….impersonating that woman’s face and name……..liked what she saw there……..
With a practiced eye she discreetly profiled the other woman…….

The female prison officer had a nice body under that uniform……..she could tell even with quick stolen glances…….
Zoya placed a thumb and finger on the side arm of her glasses……pretending to adjust them…….
In reality she wanted a good look at this unexpected little treasure……

The female guard had a good sized bust under the brilliant white uniform shirt……….whose buttons looked stressed and the white polyester overly stretched at the front………...
The shirt looked a little too tight on her…….

Unfortunately with the fabric being so thick Zoya was unable to detect any visual evidence on what type and style of brassiere this woman wore underneath her outer clothing……..
Zoya imagined that it would be delicate, trimmed with lace………
At a push maybe one could discern the band and straps on her back if she bent over…..her actions pulling the shirt tight on her back……..

The officer wore a black tie on a neat collar……..she had a thin neck
The silver numbers on her shoulder boards affirmed a set of numbers……..4619
These were her individual identification numbers…….unique to her service………unique to her name………unique to her identity…….

She was maybe in her mid twenties……..
She had black hair……….held with a black band into a short ponytail………..

But the tight pulled back hair extenuated her face……
She had thin facial cheeks……..small ears with minute silver studs……an angled chin and a good strong jaw………her complexion looked unblemished and healthy……..a dimple on her chin…….thin lips……..lightly coated in a flesh toned lipstick……her nose was small and petite……..she had green opal eyes……her eyebrows were trimmed and pencil thin……….her forehead high with no obvious wrinkles……..
She needed little makeup……..

She was good looking……..not beautiful in the classic sense…….she did not possess the classic characteristics of a dark and demure English rose……..she looked strong in the face, yet remained feminine and attractive at the same time……….

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Zoya could just observe her thin waist………just above the level of the table……..were her black uniform skirt had been belted with a leather strap complete with a synched silver buckle……..

Zoya ached too see her shapely legs……..no doubt sheathed in regulation black nylon……like all the other female guards………
This rather attractive and desirable female looked to be just her size………they had the same build and figure by the look of it…….

At last the disgusting common thing with a nasty mouth in front of her had trundled off……….

It was Zoya’s turn next……..and being a female, the guard she found attractive would search her belongings………and her if deemed necessary………………..
Zoya would have quite enjoyed having the guard’s hands slide over her body……..fingers searching……….fingers skidding over illicitly gained clothes……..
The male guard obviously waited for the next male in line………

The female officer looked her in square in the eye……..she had a commanding presence and a voice to match……
Zoya held her gaze………getting a good look at her face………..
She was the same height as Zoya……….

‘Do you have anything on the prohibited list Madam’ she indicated to a large board in place behind her, fixed to the gray brick wall….…….black lettering on white……….some of the lettering in thick red………

The board listed prohibited or contraband items that were not allowed beyond this point…….
Edged weapons, scissors, flammable gas or liquids, alcohol……..drugs……..the list was very comprehensive…….including a verbal warning on the consequences if one attempted to smuggle such items inside the prison………
In short……you could change places or join the person you were attempting to visit……..

‘Ah…..No….I am here to teach and educate’ her tone low, but added ‘If I ever can with this lot’

The officer took hold of her shoulder bag, now placed on the table, together with her briefcase…………..no nail varnish noticed Zoya……..her hands unadorned………they looked rather worn………..someone who was used to using her hands for work other than filing or typing…….

The woman opened the brown leather bag…………
She searched through its innards with a practiced hand…….
The first thing she did was to extract a black pair of heeled sling backed ladies shoes……..
She gave Zoya a questioning look, her slashed eyebrows went up….…….
Zoya knew what was coming next

‘They are only shoes…..just in case I need a spare………’ explained Zoya…….
‘With a very sharp heel……therefore a weapon’ said the officer
Who now proceeded to place the shoes in a nearby cubby hole…….she returned to Zoya and gave her a numbered ticket……..
‘You can collect your spare shoes on the way’ she instructed……….and then proceeded to delve deeper into the bag…….


The officer looked up again…………and produced an orange sponge ball…….the size of a small apple…….
She said nothing……..just held it up……….expecting an answer

‘I have a small dog……..a Yorkshire terrier……..it’s a toy……’ Zoya sounding quite bored…….

The guard placed the bright sponge ball back in the bag………totally unaware that’s its twin was currently in the mouth of the woman who’s clothes were being worn in front of her………

Zoya edged closer to the table…..she wanted to see the guard’s legs………she stole some more glances…..
She saw that the heavy black cotton skirt was tight on the guard, it showed her curves……..she glimpsed black clad legs………at least 40 denier…….

The guard was going thoroughly through the leather bag…….by her composure nothing inside upon initial glance had raised any alarm…….

Just the sponge ball so far…..and the explanation for having it seemed plausible enough………
Zoya wondered if the guard had ever realized that the ball was too big for a Yorkie small dog to properly get its jaws around…………just the right size and big enough to plug her mouth though thought Zoya rather slyly

Hair brushes came out…….another woman’s collection of cosmetics, the car and flat keys…….a black covered leather note diary come appointment book…..the odd letter from the school……a tube of Polo mints…….a perfume bottle…….a ladies pair of gloves……fawn brown and velvet……
The guard found a box of sanitary towels…..and placed them on the table……..

‘Oh really…..this is too much’ blabbered Zoya…..playing the all too embarrassed woman…….and also looking it…….she was very good in her acting……..
The guard never seemed to care a bit about placing a fellow female in a personal cringe worthy situation…….

The items on the table soon built up……..
The purse…….money, bank cards and the like all laid out on the table………..
Zoya was still taking peeks at that backside restrained inside that rough cotton black over the knee skirt…….
Her mouth was closed…….her tongue rubbed against her teeth……..hiding the pent up desire to take this woman…….and maybe teach her a lesson

The guard slid her hands inside a now empty shoulder back……..looking for any false bottom or secret pouches……
The female guard finally appeared satisfied……..

‘Thank you Madam……Please return your personal items to the bag’
Zoya feigned that look that was expected……..you Bloody well took it all out……..

However…….being Miranda Stephenson she did what was expected of her…….she sighed and started to place the contents of her purse and bag back were they belonged………..
While she repacked her shoulder bag……the guard moved on to the briefcase…….
There would be nothing suspect or dangerous in there…….only ‘Heart of Darkness’ by Joseph Conrad…..and a few notes…….teaching aides……
The guard picked up the book and leafed though it……..checking that nothing sharp was inside or that it was hollow……..satisfied she placed it to one side……..

But Zoya intimately knew prison routine……….she knew it well
She finished repacking her things……
Once Zoya saw that the bitch had finished with the briefcase she repacked that……….

Finally…….
‘Please……take a seat in that waiting room…..your escort will collect you from there’
‘Thank you’ said Zoya……outwardly placid….calm………very cool in her response
Inside she was ecstatic…….she was in…….

She picked up her shoulder bag and slung it over her shoulder…….and grasped the handle of the briefcase………
She turned-on her heel quickly…..imitating a supposed snub to the female guard……….
She marched over to the enclosed waiting room…….a thin white wooden wall surrounded by frosted glass……

The fit and attractive female prison officer was watching this teacher intently…………she observed her until the smartly attired and pompous woman entered the waiting room and closed the glass door behind herself………loudly by slamming the door
Another visitor was approaching to be screened……….the officer turned her attention to this approaching middle aged woman……..another hag that looked older than her real years…….
The prison officer did not smile once…..her facial expression had been austere all the way through the process……..and would remain so
But inside her mind she was asking herself questions…….lots of questions…….

The bogus Miranda checked her purloined gold ladies wristwatch…….it was close to 9am…….
The teacher had been scheduled to start her seminar soon…….according to the itinerary provided by the prison….

She pretended to look bored…..inside she was tingling………soon she would see Zita…….the first time since they were arrested five and half years ago……..it was the fucking 70s then……

Zoya very closely crossed her beige trousered legs over one another……..
She saw her flat heeled shoes……..she wiggled her toes inside……..she felt the nylon encasing her foot slide inside the hard leather……..the suntan brown of the tights…….
She felt the nylons tight around her crotch and groin……the elastic waistband digging into her skin……
The tightness of the bra around her body…….gripping her tits…….
The softness of the ivory blouse…….
Relishing the fact that all these clothes had not been hers……
God….she loved wearing another woman’s clothing……….she fancied that guards uniform too……

Yes…….that guard……..and that uniform
There was something not right there………she was sure of it…..

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There was something in the way that the woman had carried herself……..
She was not the usual looking type employed at prisons…….she had seen plenty within the British prison system…….
And this one did not fit the bill……..
And that uniform…….it looked a little too small on her…….the uniform shirt was the worst fit………far too tight…..her tits were close to breaking out….……. the fabric almost rigid over them………also her sleeve cuffs were too high on the wrist….…….her collar too snug at the neck………
Also that skirt…...it was far too high up her legs, not just above the knee as it was supposed to be…………it was like a second skin on her backside…….
But she had a very slim stomach and that is why the skirt had fitted her around the waist……..
However, whoever had been issued that uniform was at least one size smaller than the woman currently wearing it……….

At that moment the door opened…….

A woman in a guard’s uniform, this time wearing a black tunic had just entered the waiting room…….
Zoya quickly assessed her profile and vital statistics…….
This was more like it…….this type of female guard she recognized………

Nothing like the female who had searched her belongings……..
This woman was short and stout……..middle aged, late middle aged at that……..
She had curly hazelnut brown hair that had been placed in a tight bun………..
She had a fleshy looking face…….heavy jowls……..her eyes were dark, dark brown……a pug nose……..she wore red lipstick and a little eye shadow………
Past her prime and not very pretty, Yes….…..but she was still a woman……..
She had a large and heavy bosom………a big sized D by the looks of them…….there was no doubt that this woman’s requirements in the bra department were that they be heavy, large and robust…….
Zoya noted a wedding band on her finger…….

She wore the same uniform as the other female prison officers……..
The breast pockets were adorned with silver buttons and one sported a silver metal whistle on a chain…….to be used to sound the alarm……….
Her collars had the royal crest pinned on them……..

Her hips were wide, very wide….her heavy stomach showing under the tight and stressed skirt…….
She had a big bottom……
Zoya surmised that as well as big bras this woman wore big knickers under there as well……….very big and supportive briefs indeed………

The skirt ended above her knees….…..she too wore 40 denier black nylon, there was no doubt that these were tights…….…..the other bint at security could carry off wearing stockings…….this one……...no way……
Her feet were clad in chunky black oxford work shoes…..comfortable and practical for this type of profession…….yes…….but not very feminine to look at…….

‘Morning Ms Stephenson’ she said……..her voice, unlike her looks was rather lovely……
She had a sing song voice………
The waiting woman stood up……..collecting her bags……….

‘Hopefully not as bad as yesterday’ the officer said rather gaily…..

So thought Zoya……...this one had escorted Stephenson yesterday…………she did not detect the ruse…..…she taken her for the real teacher………
But what to say……
Then she instantly remembered the conversation she had overheard much earlier this morning……....when the Stephenson and the man had stopped fucking each other to death……….

She looked at the officer……..adjusting the bag strap over her shoulder……..

‘I hope so…….God, they are a sinister bunch…..they stare straight through you’ she did not smile…….the real teacher rarely did so at work……..
’They make me feel unsafe’ she acted that she was slightly fearful……..

She picked up the briefcase…….
‘Well…..they are here for a reason’ the officer had turned on her heel……..that was the signal to follow…..

Zoya walked behind the officer……..
Who walked with a surprisingly fast and energetic gait and pace for a woman of her size…..…..

They joined a connecting and equally painted gray brick lined corridor…….the floor being laid with old and chipped once white linoleum…..
They left the security station behind…….

Zoya had briefly caught sight of the good looking guard take another look at her……was she suspicious of Zoya…….too early to say……….but she had not shouted stop or hit an alarm button……….
Zoya recognised a kindred spirit in those questioning eyes………

She followed the older officer…….briefly looking at those black nylon legs…….
Nice uniform…....shame it would be massive on her………the woman’s clothes looking like burlap sacks on Zoya………..

‘They are all inside already……looking forward to seeing you…… some of them at least’ she taunted
Knowing the history behind the joke………Zoya just replied in a sarcastic fashion…….

‘Great….thanks a lot’
‘My pleasure’ the guard parried and as she said so they both stopped……..
The guard opened a brown painted wooden door……….complete with an inspection hatch and above the lintel a small sign declaring in black writing on white ‘Classroom No 2’

The officer went in closely followed by Zoya……..

The classroom was in the traditional style…….like a normal state school of its day……in other words run, down, bleak and needing a little attention……
Hence why some of these women were in prison in the first place…..the state had abandoned them a long time ago…….
White and gray flecked Polystyrene ceiling tiles…….bright Florissant light tubes above……..two were missing the long plastic shades…..
A scratched blackboard at the head of the room……..…a small desk and chair in front of that…..…her place she assumed
Three large windows on a wall…….dirty glass letting in natural light on a dirty day……..these windows had thick bars on the outside……….

The prison officer down on a school chair……...a cheap affair…….…light bonded wood attached to a gray metal frame……….she sat near the door, her legs and knees close together……..covering the door……….in a position from where she could observe the class……..and more importantly she could reach and push the red panic alarm that had been installed near the chair………..and near the exit………

There were three rows of four cheap tables……..they were small desks, and constructed with the same material and of the same design as the chairs……..
The chairs were full……….there was twelve so called students in total……….

The imposter walked with confidence towards her own desk……….she sauntered, she swaggered a little, she swung her hips from side to side, at the same time making her heart shaped backside more prominent……..
She wanted to give them a show………distract them……..as she was no fucking teacher…….

She wanted to draw this out…….she looked at the government issued white clock above the blackboard………
It was now 9:30am………..her lesson lasted until 11:30…….

She turned around quickly……..placing her bags on the larger desk………
‘Morning everyone’ she declared, standing with her hands on her hips………
No one said anything……..
She was scanning the forlorn looking group and at the same time scanning their face…….where was she…….Paddy’s intelligence was rarely incorrect………
Inwardly, she thought what if all this planning and preparation had been for nothing……..she had carried out the substitution of the real teacher flawlessly……..
It would not be the first time that an operation had failed due to faulty Intel……..

‘Well……..we are with each other all day…….like it or not……so make the most of it’ she attempted to sound light hearted……..

The prison officer interrupted
‘Ah……we cancelled the afternoon session…….you finish at noon……lunchtime’
‘No one told me’ said Zoya….which was actually true…….
‘We are now’ the guard smiled…….
Zoya wanted to smash her smug teeth in………

‘Well………this is too much…….this will be last time I am coming……….and what with that search……..all my things out on display’ which again was true………..it would be the last time she saw this place………..hopefully

The guard just shrugged her shoulders……..

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Zoya turned her attention back to the prisoners……..
Then……..
She saw her straight away……..

Her heart skipped a beat………for a moment she could not breathe…..
There was Zeta……..second row…….on her far right………near the window…….as far away from the door and the guard as possible………

Her hair was down, ending near her shoulders……..she wore it longer than Zoya had remembered…….
Her jet black hair……..unlike her own……….just brushed, not styled………her hair looked clean at least
Zoya saw those wide oval eyes, the thin eyebrows……….she had very dark eyes, very feline……....she had a small nose……...her cheeks were much thinner………her lips thin, her chin pointed………
She didn’t need makeup…….she was pretty enough, more than that……..she looked cute…..
She still had that olive tone to her skin……….she was not pale white like Zoya…….
She had remembered on how Zita liked to pretend that she was an Italian…….she preferred their style and choices in clothing..…….and with her naturally bronzed skin she could carry off the claim quite convincingly and very successfully………
They both perfectly spoke many mainstream languages………...some with regional accents…….
In truth, her bronzed skin and Mediterranean veneer had been inherited by forebears from the Caucasus…….and they from early Greek orthodox settlers………..
She was Soviet in beliefs……..not Russian

She looked elf like, petite……….but she was lethal…….….like Zoya herself

Zoya had never feared for her personal safety while incarcerated………any dyke who attempted to touch her would receive a broken limb……...or maybe two

Her clothes were shapeless and shabby…….
A gray formless sweatshirt by the looks of it……..and jogging pants

Zita was looking directly at her……….very intensely
Zoya’s mouth went a little dry…….
Zita was not moving at all……..she was completely still……….her hands flat on the surface of the desk…….a notebook and pen within reach……..

The only part of her body that was moving was her eyelids……..they kept fluttering…...opening and closing………
.
Was it dust, a fleck of dirt in her eyes…….an eye infection maybe…….or just a nervous disposition……..

Zoya knew what the issue was, and it was none of the above………this was a skill they had both learnt at the academy……….and through years of experience and practice……

Zita was sending in Morse……..by flashing her eyelids……..

Zoya read her eyes……..she was sending just three words over and over……..
Inside Zoya was happy……...happier than she had felt in a long, long time………….
She felt genuine warmth inside her………
Together they could do anything…….
Together they could retrieve KOBA……

Oblivious to the expectant faces of all the others looking up at her, expecting her to say something…….
Zoya ignored them……….
She had understood the secret message……..
Zita……...through her eyes had flashed……….

‘I love You’………

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THE STEPHENSON FLAT

The bedroom was starting to wake up……….
From time to time the silence was broken on what sounded like someone sliding under bed sheets……or the rustling of fabric…..
The once dead silent room was beginning to resonate with a soft moan…….

“MMMmmmnnn”
“Mmhh”

The room was still in shadow……..what with the curtains still drawn
But at this late hour of the morning natural light still seeped and filtered through the brown fabric………
A ray of light cast its beam onto an open drawer that contained many a pair of rumpled and rummaged ladies knickers…….some of the cotton, spandex, silk and satin garments had been left half in and hanging over the side of the drawer………
Dust motes filtered through the white rays……..
On the dresser bureau an open compact of face powder had began to turn dry…….
An open pale rose lipstick tube…….left on its side did likewise…….
A discarded mascara pencil had rolled onto the carpeted floor…….a foot had stepped on it, the thin pencil had been crushed and snapped……….staining the carpet black……..

There was life outside in the street, one could hear the build-up of traffic as the day wore on……….and now there was evidence of life returning to the bedroom……
Occasionally…….one could hear the slamming of a front door as the various occupants of the other flats went to work or went about their daily business…….
As they passed the front door they would have been totally unaware of the terrifying spectacle within Miranda Stephenson’s flat……
Right under their safe and taxpaying noses………
When the women living there found out the details of what had happened……..it had sent a chill through their bodies……..
In the aftermath, the other younger women living in the building would not be able to sleep properly for weeks…….

There was a slight acidic aroma within the room…….a sickly sweet smell

Wardrobe doors were still ajar……….their feminine contents rifled and strewn around………..
Ladies brassieres lay draped and hanging over the open drawers…….or left scattered on the carpeted floor
Petticoats and slips violated……
Stockings and tights ruined……..

“Mmhh”

The moan again……..emanating from the large human shaped protuberance in the middle of the bed…….
The shape being smaller than that of a man…………

A woman’s head lay on the white pillow……
Her lower face concealed under a white bandage and a large cotton pad……the transparent bandage had been tied around her lower face…….the knot being at the top of her head………..

Her eyes generally remained closed………but they occasionally fluttered and opened…….…then closed again……..her eyes had had that glazed watery look……..the look of no understanding……….not yet at least…….. but coming

The chloroform saturated pad tied to her lower face was having its effect……..the tape over her mouth underneath was keeping her gagged…….
The drug was keeping the woman under…….keeping her comatose……...but the affect was wearing off…….
At times her head gently rocked back and fore……..
Her mouth attempted speech…….but only the moan escaped her sealed lips………..

“MMMmmmnnn”

The tight bedding over her naked body occasionally moved……..
In her semi conscious state she was attempting to mover her limbs…….
But doing so right now was an impossibility……
For under those white, sex stained sheets her arms, hands, legs and feet had been bound by her own stockings………
Her head moved again to the side…..her eyes briefly flickered open……..

“MMMmmmnnn”

Her eyes closed again………
The real Miranda Stephenson was slowly waking up……………

[hahaderen]

Looking forward to the future development, your layout is really wonderful

[esercito sconfitto]

I am impressed

Maybe nobody noticed the self-imposing authoritarian calm, the peaceful rythmn, the tranquillity of the pace, something extremely rare at our days, not just in the Narrative, it's like being trapped in a spell

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HMP BECKSHILL

Zoya had by now sat down……..but not on the chair
She had provocatively chosen instead to sit on the table………right in the centre…….
With her legs crossed over………
She had taken off the beige suit jacket…….it was currently draped over the back of the chair still behind the desk……..
She had done so on purpose……..
It was Zoya’s intention to play with the emotions of these unfortunate creatures……..to make the time pass she would distract them…….she would distract these sex starved women with her body……..with her smart feminine clothes she would remind them of the world they had left behind…….a world that they could longer experience………..by sight or touch………..

And these reprobates wanted to touch her all right……….she could sense and see that
The real Stephenson had not been wrong to feel being in danger.....…most of them displayed an interest in her of a lesbian nature………
Unlike the woman whose clothes she was wearing…….she did not fear them…….

It was very unlikely from this rather dim witted crowd…….but she wanted no awkward questions either regarding the subject matter or on anything else for that matter…….

And not looking at her face either…….some of these types may be intellectually deficient, but they were rather clever in other social fields of expertise…………..

Zoya intended to mesmerize them with her body instead………
She had worn the blouse open at the neck……she had on purpose undone a few more buttons……..she was displaying the beginning of a cleavage……
They could see the cleft between her ample and curved tits……..
The Peter Pan collar wide on her bare shoulders……
Under the soft and slightly transparent ivory fabric they could also see the outline of her bra……
It would drive them wild……..and it was……

A rough looking middle aged female was just staring at her chest………she had one of her hands under the table…..she was slowly massaging herself between her legs……….
Nice….thought Zoya……very classy

By now Zoya’s heart rate had levelled off………after finally seeing the love of her life in the flesh and not just in her dreams……

The book ….’Heart of Darkness’ was in her hand………likewise all the ‘Students’ also had their copies too hand………not that all of them had even touched them
Even the female prison officer was leafing through one…..it helped to pass the time during her shift……
Good thought Zoya…..even she was distracted

Zoya looked up………at her so called class
She had used folded pieces of paper where they had all written their names in permanent black marker………or at least they had tried……..their handwriting was atrocious……….

‘Okay….let’s take off where we left it…..and refresh our minds a little’ she declared…..not really sure if they had minds……..
The book in the teacher’s bag had been book marked…….it must mean something……...hopefully a place to start…..

She had crossed her legs over one another…….her foot dangling………and moving up and down
She was taunting them………
One pig like convict……..whose folded paper declared in a scrawl that roughly translated as ‘Debs……..was literally drooling at the mouth..…….her swine like slits that passed as eyes totally focused on Zoya’s thighs………and crotch………
She wished that she could have worn a skirt………that would have made the pigs eyes fall out……playing at smoothing her tights………
Knowing that this scum were watching her every move……..and fantasying on what they could do to her if left alone…….

‘Turn to page 32, Chapter 3’she suggested……

There was a reluctant turning of pages…….by some
The rest were just gawking intently……..soaking in her body and clothing……..keeping the memory for later, for when they were alone………

She pointed a red varnished finger at a rat faced looking prisoner with bad teeth
‘You, Tracy…..start us off from the beginning’
The woman, maybe in her early twenties but looking a lot older…….jumped at hearing her name………she had also had been staring at her teacher’s tits, but not in lust but in envy……..she had not worn any good underwear in years…….or clothes for that matter…….the teachers clothes looked so soft……….

Tracy stuttered a little at first, then stopped………..she concentrated on what she was doing……..and she gripped the book by both ends……...squinted hard and then began to read…….

She was very slow in reading………..which was good
Well done Tracy thought Zoya……….
Now she could focus on something else…….

Zoya saw that her Zita was using the pen…….she looked to be taking notes………in fact she was marking her book……..
She seemed engrossed in what she was doing………..and Zoya knew what she was attempting to do………
Zita was once more communicating…….

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THE SCHOOL

Trevor Hughes was in the staff cafeteria……..sipping his cup of tea, and smoking a cigarette……
He was wearing a red tracksuit, white T shirt and white trainers……
He needed a shower but could not be bothered right now………
He placed the cup back onto the plastic Formica table………also .resting the cigarette on a porcelain ashtray…….his throat was sore, he had smoked too many last night……..

His hand felt his face…….there was stubble there, but he had not had time to shave this morning……
He was sitting back on the chair………resting his back, after all, he had over exerted it this morning with all that thrusting…….

He stifled a yawn and then rubbed his eyes……….
They were sore from a lack of sleep……..

The cafeteria was not full…….in fact he was the only one there, apart from the two women who ran it……..
He was taking an unofficial break……
It was nearly 11:30 anyway……….it would be lunchtime in thirty minutes…….the place was normally crammed full at that time……he would be gone by then……
Today he needed just a bit of peace and quiet
He yawned again……….
He would skip lunch and take a hot shower……..
He just fancied a nice cup of tea first……..

‘Oi Trev….you skiving git’

He looked up…….it was Peter Roberts……..a geography teacher
‘Takes one to know one Pete’ he replied, in his Welsh brogue

He liked Peter………
He was not stuck up like most of the staff here…….not a sportsman though, pity about that in Trevor’s opinion……but Pete liked to hang out with his crowd……….and was popular enough with the guys…..
He was rather short and had a paunch……..but still, he had a cracking sense of humour……

‘You look shattered mate’ said Peter
‘Yeah…….I am…….I was up all night……….and I had that cross country shit this morning with the senior classes’

‘Burning the candle at both ends’ said Peter ‘but still keeps the missus happy though eh’ he nudged Trevor playfully on the arm as he took the seat opposite………

‘How would Anne know……I haven’t seen her since Tuesday’ Trevor said……..looking rather sly
Peter looked confused at first…….not understanding the blasé comment……..

‘How come…..where you been then’
‘I was supposed to be at Freddie’s place’
‘Oh yeah’
‘Yeah…….and I haven’t seen him either since the match on Sunday’
‘So where were you 007’

Peter saw Trevor grinning like a Cheshire cat…….and then he caught on to what was being implied
Trevor had been chasing a certain piece of skirt for a while…….

‘Oh……no way………not with that stuck up cow Miranda’ chuckled Peter………deep inside he was pleased, he had always fancied Trevor’s wife, Anne……..he was playing a double game…….
Anne had always been very responsive to Peter’s efforts at flirtation……and he so desperately wanted to get into her knickers……….
And if Trevor fucked up badly enough and got himself kicked out……..
Well, he would be in like a shot………
To him being with Anne Hughes was worth the pummelling he would no doubt receive from the pissed off Trevor………

Trevor perked up……….he had an audience at last……….
Trevor was smiling, crossed over his legs and sat back; he then placed his hands behind his head….
In victory he proclaimed……….
‘Since last week my friend’

‘Wow……but how the fuck did you pull that off…….she’s like ice mate’
‘Not in the sack she ain’t man’ crowed Trevor

Peter was all ears…………
‘Go on……..tell me more’………he was eager to know the sordid details……….very eager indeed

Miranda Stephenson was a bitch alright…….but she had one hell of a body on her and was a smasher to look at………strict and stern…….somehow domineering…..….he secretly enjoyed that…….strong and harsh mouthed women, the controlling type……they were one of his things……….and he had many………

She was always in tight and figure hugging clothing…………….it really turned him on
To put it bluntly Pete, who was very single, had indulged in many a secret wank session when fantasizing about her late at night…………sometimes not waiting until then………..the office toilets being pretty handy in an emergency……..

‘Cracking tits mate, nipples like lug bolts…….legs that could crack ribs…….and she nearly did this morning’
Trevor winced and rubbed his side……his ribs were rather sore from Miranda’s strong calf’s squeezing and compressing his midriff……….her ankles locked over on his back………..

‘Yeah…..so where did you do it’
‘Her place…….we met up at the Dog & Duck last night for a quick drink’
‘Good choice……..none of this lot go there’ said Pete……..

‘I know…..I ain’t stupid brother’ said Trevor……..he always covered his tracks……..

‘Anyway……..we went back to her place……..Man……..no chance of a polite coffee, no small talk……..you know the usual build up and breaking the ice……….she dropped her kit in the living room as soon as we were inside’ he sounded so proud…….as if he had that natural affect on females in general………

In fact, Pete did not know what he was talking about……...but he was nodding his head in agreement……..

Unknown to Trevor……Peter still lived at his parents’ house……..and he was twenty nine years old………..
He just liked to fit in………..
He liked the female conquest stories…….his mind did the rest………

‘Wow……she looks fit too’
‘You wanna just see her in a bra Fella………..I couldn’t wait…..…nor could she, I’m sure it was fitted with a ripcord, fucking thing just flew off…..………she nearly dragged me into the bedroom’

‘Lucky sod’ said Peter……and he was being genuine too…….he quickly added…….
‘What type of bra was it’ Pete asked innocently enough……..but it wasn’t
Caught off guard, Trevor looked pretty puzzled at first…….but quickly recovered
‘The type they keep their tits in……..how the fuck should I know’

‘Anyway, and that’s not the end of it either’ said Trevor looking smug……..and back on track
‘What do you mean’………..Pete was very keen on the tale now……..his imagination running on overtime…..

‘Well…….she’s a bit kinky too’ whispered Trev
‘What…….like wearing no knickers’
Again Trevor was caught off guard by the trivial and distracting question..……..

‘Of course she was wearing fucking knickers………’ he sounded annoyed……..and he did not finish his sentence…..
‘What colour’ enquired Pete…..
‘Black…….’ Said Trevor who was so knocked off track in the story telling that instantly divulged the intimate information……
‘Crotch less’ Pete being rather hopeful…….

‘Will you get off her knickers and bra…….you make out you’ve never seen any’ this was Trevor’s conquest tale……..and he hated people butting in……..

Detecting nothing weird about Peter’s obsession with women’s underwear……..he wanted to move on
Trevor was all about himself……….and rarely thought of others……….

Peter realized his faux pas…………and quickly got back in line

‘Sorry, but she sounded so tasty…….In what way was she kinky’
Trevor leaned closer to Pete……….his face all conspiratal
Peter also leaned in closer…….
‘She likes being tied up’
‘Really’ exclaimed Peter

‘Yeah…….not real like, not the S&M shit, pain and whatnot…….but she like’s……...wodda you call it……Role Play…..that’s it…….like she’s a damsel or something’

‘Really…..sexy cow’
Pete was now imagining that Bossy Bitch in her tight clothes all tied up and gagged……..he felt his crotch stiffen……..

‘Yeah……that’s how she explained it…….a Damsel in Distress’ said Trevor
‘What her…….hard as nails in the office…….she takes no prisoners……..can’t see her being one’

‘She said it flicked her switch at times…..fuck me…..last night it did…….’
As an afterthought Trevor mused
‘I still feel empty……..she sucked me dry man’
‘You lucky bastard’ Peter was in awe……..

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‘You know women Peter……Some of them on the outside……rough and as hard as nails……..but in reality or in the real world……soft as shite…….all women are the same deep down…….they all need the same thing at the end of the day’ exclaimed Trevor……..almost like a preacher

‘What’s that then’ said Peter……...hoping for some divine guidance in the sexual attraction business………he needed it

‘Me……..that’s what…..…I provide a service of sorts Pete’ sounding righteous and serious at the same time…….

‘All heart you Trev’
‘Don’t you know it Boyo’ smiling away…….

‘Where is she anyway……...haven’t seen her all day’ enquired Peter
‘She has the prison visit today…..bloody hates it too’
‘Yeah but that’s her sucking up to Perkins’
‘I told her that after sucking me’ giggled the Welshman……..

They both laughed out loud……..

‘Yeah……I pissed her off a bit’
‘How come’
‘She reckons all those sexed starved convicts are going to get her or something’
‘I’d pay to watch that’
‘That’s what I said or near enough’

Again, they both laughed…….they were like a pair of kids

‘Anyway……she’s tied up all day with that prison lark…….and I think she blew me off for Friday drinks’

Just at that moment two women walked in………
They both turned their heads……..

Trevor knew them both……so did Pete
Both were secretaries from administration…….
Young, early twenties……..

Trevor liked what he saw…..especially one of them
‘Morning Lisa my love…..and how are you this fine morn’
The young woman looked over her shoulder
‘All right Trev’ she smiled back……..looking very receptive to a bit more banter……….he could tell

Lisa Andrews was a cute little thing…….a complete contrast to Miranda Stephenson…….and his Anne come to think of it………..the doe eyed housewife……….

Lisa had that youthful joie de vivre that made her irresistible……she was always smiling…..her eyes bright and flashing……....she was so fresh, in her looks and her clothes………...clean, smart and neat……….
With her natural wispy blonde hair styled in a long ponytail…..….with a nice butterfly hair pin keeping it all in place……..she looked smashing
She used a liberal amount of makeup, her lips sported a pinkish red in colour………gray eye shadow, a little foundation and a bit of the blusher..……..she had a thin face that matched a thin figure……her gray silver skirt was high on her waist and followed the curve of her stomach…….
Nice that thought Trevor…….
The skirt hugged her hips and thighs down past her knees……….the hemline ending on the back of her calf’s…….
A stylish slit or vent extension on the rear of the long skirt allowed her to swagger comfortably……….
And swagger she did…….Trevor had the urge to squeeze that tasty looking arse……..

She was wearing gray slate nylons…..
Trevor instantly thought the question, was she wearing stockings or tights…….
He would love to get his hands on her suspenders……..
She wore pointed kitten heeled shoes on her feet…….open on the foot

‘Hi Trevor’ said the other girl…….
This was Penny Simpson……..he thought of her as more of a girl, she was the same age as Lisa but not as mature…….
Nice enough, although a little flat chested with bony hips……she was wearing pleated baggy black trousers…….very loose off the hip……..high on the waist……..
Her small breasts were protruding from under a tight and purple sweater………
She dressed smartly enough…….
Not his style though…….she was not his taste
Maybe in a few years…….
‘Hi Penny…….how’s it going’ he said rather chirpily…..
‘Not bad’ she smiled back……..

But he switched his attention back to Lisa……….
Penny was not put out…….she was used to her friend stealing the limelight when it came to men……..

Not one of the girls acknowledged Peter…….he was used to that
He pretended to play it cool……..which came across to females as being an ignorant twat……..
In reality he was too shy to say anything……..
However, his eyes were all over them……….
No doubt Imagining those bras and knickers underneath their clothes…….
He really did have a severe ladies underwear fetish…….

Under a loose fitting and matching silver grey jacket Lisa wore a rather all too translucent and very provocative white blouse….….the blouse had a notched collar, Lisa’s choice in how many buttons she had chosen to fasten was rather daring and quite revealing ……..
Trevor could see a lot of chest there…..with a slim silver chain and a pendant, the pendant just visible at the top……..as the said pendant was deep within her ample cleavage……..

He tried not to leer too much…….in that he failed miserably…….
She saw him ogling her breasts………she was not in the least offended………..
She had a good pair too…….juicy curved and melon like…….just the way he liked em……..
And because the blouse was so thin and flimsy he could plainly see the lacy, full cupped bra that she wore underneath……….complete with a clam shaped trim…….

The little minx thought Trevor…….he was starting to get a stiffy on…….

Lisa and Penny started to move on….heading towards the service area……..
‘Hey Lisa’ he instantly blurted out………..
She turned on her heel……..her rounded lips slightly open and pouting……….her eyes expectant
‘Fancy a drink on Friday……..the Dog & Duck…….after work like’

She seemed to think about it…….
He panicked for a moment………he suspected a rejection; he wanted that tight arse that was encased in that equally tight skirt…….
‘Yeah…….all right Trev…….call me on Friday afternoon in the office’

‘I will………count on it……...you have a nice day Luv’ he said, his voice full of relief

After all……..he was good looking fella……with a great body…….no woman in her right mind would refuse him………
Lisa and Penny continued on to get their lunch or a coffee……..or whatever
Trevor watched her glide over to the counter……..imagining what she would look like without her clothes on……
Hopefully he would find out on Friday night………

‘Jammy bastard’ said Peter full of envy ‘I don’t know how you do it’

‘Got her own place too Peter my lad’ he placed his hands behind his head and leaned back……..
‘Jammy Git’
‘Now…Now….. Peter…..….time waits for no man……..take it while you can’