Author's note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapter of Becca XXX Hard Time. Please read it before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. Hard Time. Ch 04.
Solitary confinement.
Segregation.
The cooler.
The hole.
This place had many names, but none of them really described how hellish it was. You are deprived of everything when you're in solitary. You're alone in the darkness and it's deathly silent. All of your senses feel dull due to the lack of stimulation. You can't even see your hand in front of your face and the thick concrete walls cut out all of the sounds.
The concept of time evaporates and you have no idea if it's day or night. The feeling of loneliness and isolation creeps in within hours. At least it did for me.
I had no idea how long I'd been asleep, but I was naked, cold, hungry and lonely when I woke up. I was still on my rubber mattress, hiding under my blanket to keep warm. As I woke, I checked myself over. My face felt bruised and swollen from being punched during my fight and my stab wound felt sore, but apart from that, I was still in good shape.
I pulled the rough grey blanket off of my head and peered out. It was as dark as if I still had my eyes closed. I wasn't even sure which way the door was as there was no light spilling from underneath it. Keeping my blanket wrapped around me, I stood up and stretched my arms out tentatively until I touched something. It was a smooth wall which felt cold to my touch. I followed it for a few feet and found the corner of the room. I then kept going expecting to find the door frame. I was so disorientated that it took me two more corners until I found it. The cold steel frame was solidly built and housed a thick steel door with a horizontal flap in it. I ran my fingers along it, trying to prize it open or push it or slide it, but it was useless - it could only be opened from the outside. It wouldn't open until the screws allowed it, probably to serve me food.
Now that I had my bearings, I moved to the centre of the room and almost tripped over the mattress. It was spread diagonally across the room so I moved it to one side and laid back down.
There was nothing else to do but lie there and try to get my head straight. Being alone with my own thoughts wasn't great for me. I realised that I'd spent the last few years under constant pressure and it had prevented me from dwelling on the things that had happened to me. I had been trained to compartmentalise all the bad stuff and lock it in a box, never to be opened again.
Even on my rare days off, I'd always kept myself busy so that I didn't have to think about any of that. I'd usually go for long runs or do yoga or weight training; anything rather than face those dark moments in my life.
Now that I was alone in the dark with my senses dulled, there was nothing else to do other than think. For most inmates this would give them time to reflect on their crimes and come to terms with what they'd done.
For me it was different.
I tried to push the bad thoughts away and concentrate on positive things and happy places, but the darkness within me wouldn't allow it. It was clawing its way out of my subconscious and into my mind like black tar oozing from a felt roof.
Pretty soon it was at the forefront of my mind and I had no choice but to face my demons. My life had become one of sex and violence and although I enjoyed both, there were some aspects that I'd found truly terrifying at the time.
In the darkness I slipped into some sort of dream-like state as though I was half asleep or seeing a premonition. Lexa's face appeared in front of me as clear as the day we'd met. I was back at the facility on my first day, strapped to a chair and being raped by five men one after the other. This was my first introduction into Lexa's training methods and I was now reliving every second of my ordeal as though it was happening to me all over again.
I felt all of the same mixed emotions that I'd felt before - fear, anticipation, anger, terror and of course pleasure. I had eventually succumbed to my abuse and begged to be fucked. In my swirly vision, I was cumming hard as my pussy was pumped full of spunk over and over again. Five thick loads oozed out of my over-used cunt and dripped onto the floor. I felt satisfied and also guilty for enjoying it, but suddenly the scene blurred like a fog and it changed to something different, just like it does in a dream.
As it refocused, I found myself strapped to a bench surrounded by multiple men squirting their sticky spunk all over me. Lexa was there again, directing the proceedings and smiling down at me with wanton lust. This was my second kidnapping from Lexa and my first introduction to bukkake. I'd been taught how to deep throat a cock and then the room had quickly filled with men wanting to fuck me against my will. I was lying on the bench while they took it in turns to fuck me and squirt their jizz all over my body. Again, I felt contented to be the centre of men's desire even though I had no control over it. My initial fear had disappeared and I was loving the feeling of being a cum whore.
I tried to think of my life before all of this had happened to me, but my brain wouldn't allow it. It wanted me to see my journey and I was a mere passenger to my deep, dark, sordid past.
As I drowned in the jizz of thirty men, my dream blurred and switched again. I was now watching my sister, Amy, getting anally violated by a huge cock as I licked and fingered her pussy. I remembered it like it was yesterday. This was punishment for me breaking the rules and telling other people about Lexa. She had then kidnapped my sister and made me fuck her so that she was turned on enough to receive anal.
I'd barely spoken to Amy since that day and I hated Lexa for putting her through it. Amy had seemed to enjoy it, but things had been awkward between us since that day. We'd never mentioned it again, but gave each other knowing looks when we had met up at family parties.
The incestual session had ended with the pair of us swapping cum from one another's mouths before fighting over who was going to swallow it. I remembered feeling so slutty and disgusted with myself, but not wanting it to end. I swear that I could taste spunk and smell Amy's intoxicating scent as I lay in my cell. It was as though I was right there with her.
I had no time to enjoy the contentment as my dream switched again. This time I was on my first assignment, being held prisoner in a cellar at Sanchez's villa in Spain. I'd been caught doing something I shouldn't have been and I was being punished and sentenced to death. The guards were taking it in turns to fuck me as I was hung from a hook by my arms, naked and afraid. What they did to me was degrading and humiliating, but Lexa's training had gotten me through it. I was tag teamed by the guards in groups. The first three came inside me, one after the other while telling me what a dirty whore I was. They didn't need to tell me; I already knew. The next pair had fucked my ass and pussy at the same time despite my protests, before making me swallow their loads.
I'd then been further humiliated after being fed my breakfast like a dog. The men had made me eat toast which was covered in their spunk while one of them fucked me from behind. That session had ended in me cumming hard much to their delight, but at least I'd been fed.
I questioned my mental sanity and wondered why all of this was coming back to me in the darkness of a prison cell.
Was my brain trying to make sense of it all? I'd given up so much for Lexa and The Facility and then they'd betrayed me.
Why?
Was I missing something here? If I was, my brain wouldn't let me figure it out until it had shown me everything, so I got back to my dream.
My time in the rape cellar had ended when a huge dyke named Janice had fucked my holes with a steel butt-plug and a ten-inch metal dildo. She was brutal with me and then wanted the same treatment in return.
This is when my life changed forever.
I wasn't a violent person, but I had been given some training before that assignment. When I saw my chance, I used the huge metal dildo to knock the bitch out. It was the first time I'd ever used such violence against another human being. It was a kill or be killed instinct which is inside all of us. The feeling of revenge and justice had been overwhelming and almost as orgasmic as being fucked.
My vivid recap as an agent was showing me key turning points in my life. The first was the acceptance of being raped, which Lexa had shown me. Although her methods had been unorthodox, they worked. If the worst thing these people could do to me was fuck me, then I was ok with that. Sex is a pleasurable experience and even if it was against my will, I knew I could accept it and try to make the most of being fucked.
