Camp Turnaround: Barrack I

June 29, 2010

(Liberty's POV)

As the warden led me down into the basement of the Administration Building, I began to wonder if it was a good idea to accept his "deal." I'd seen the blueprints of the camp, so I knew that this was the right way to the isolation cells, but the walk there seemed so foreboding. The basement was dank and dark. There was a flickering fluorescent light that seemed to imitate lightning. It struck on when it pleased, then plunged us into darkness.

The warden stopped in front of a tall metal door. He inserted a key in the lock and opened the door. I stood outside of the cell, trying to figure out what this cell would be like, but it was too dark. He pushed me into the cell and slammed the door. It was freezing cold and I immediately started shivering. I felt around for a blanket, but I couldn't find one. I tried banging on the door but no one came.

I had to keep warm. I did pushups, situps, squats; everything I could think of that would warm me up. For awhile it did, but I was very uncomfortable. When I agreed to do the 24 hours of isolation, I didn't realize just how different the rules were. The warden claimed that I couldn't have my bra, so he took it. Now, since I had a three and a half month old baby, I was still lactating and, well… they felt very heavy. I took my shirt and tied it just underneath my breasts; attempting to make a bra for myself, then I went back to exercising.

The icy feeling was bad, but awhile later, I was introduced to a new terror. The temperature in my cell quickly rose from 30-something degrees to 90-something degrees; maybe more. I began to sweat profusely. I felt around the cell for a sink, but the water wasn't working. I thought back to training and remembered that often times when prisoners were kept in isolation, they tried to flood their cells… as a result, it was now protocol for the COs to turn off the water in the cells except for meal times; so that they could wash their hands. I couldn't see whether the toilet was clean or dirty… and I obviously wasn't going to drink from there anyways, but if I knew the water was clean, I would have splashed some of the water on my head to try to cool down my body.

For the first few minutes, I was able to lie across the metal "bed" and keep cool. I had taken the paper thin sheet off of the bed and lay directly touching the cool metal. I felt the metal start to heat up, then it began to be so hot it was unbearable. I jumped off of the bed and put the sheet back on it. I looked around my dark cell and, realizing that no one was coming into the cell any time soon, I took off my uniform and used it as a towel to mop up my sweat. I figured it was so dark that no one would see me naked, even if they did open the door.

I tried to think back to training. In one of my psych courses, we learned about psychological weakening and how it could be used to break a convict. I tried to think about any situations like the one I found myself in, but had no success. I thought that if I kept thinking like a cop, I wouldn't fall victim to whatever plan the warden was trying to carry out.

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Camp Turnaround: Warden's Office

June 29, 2010

(Warden's POV)

I settled down into my comfortable office chair and turned on my computer. I opened the web browser, typed out a long and complicated web address, and waited for the site to load. Some people call it wrong… some call it perverted… some call it porn… but I call it a necessity of life.

I locked my office door and relaxed my body. I unzipped my pants and pressed enter. I typed in a long password that no one could ever crack. A moment later, it appeared on my screen. I was fascinated by her swollen nipples. There was no need for her to be naked; they showed quite clearly right through her shirt. She must have been cold; that was the only explanation for them to be so… visible.

I felt my heart race, my head sweat, and my excitement rise as I watched her breasts bouncing up and down, like they were performing a dance. I melted at the sight of them. After awhile, she pulled her shirt in closer to her body, which made her breasts look fuller and so much more appealing. I wanted to suck on them, taste the sweet milk that would come from them, hold them in my hands, and squeeze them.

She was an energetic little thing. Skinny as could be and very athletic. With every movement, her muscles flexed and relaxed, exciting me… and my penis. As I watched, she began to sweat and she slowly removed her garments, revealing her sexy body. The music that the website added only made it look more and more like a strip tease. I licked my lips and begged for more.

The sweat made her skin glisten and she shined like a new penny. I heard a knock at my door, quickly exited the website, and mopped the sweat off of my head. I thought about grandmas and prunes, zits and old people, raisins and poop… eventually I felt everything relax. I zipped my pants and opened the door.

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One of the COs handed me a message and walked out. I sank back down into my chair and thanked the genius who invented night-vision cameras and the genius who invented my website! It gave me something to look forward to while my girls were in the hole… a sneak preview of what's to come… and I couldn't believe how smokin' her body was so soon after giving birth… I had to admit it, Collins was hot!