Becca XXX - Hard Time Ch. 10

"Good work," she nodded. "You're one tough little bitch."

"Thanks, but we need to keep the momentum going," I replied. "Time is against us. Start undressing the guards, we need their clothes."

The Crow got busy with Jarvis while I helped Melody to her feet. She was dazed and groggy, but she'd soon recover.

"Shake it off," I said to her. "We're not out of the woods yet."

"What... yeah... ow... fuck," she stammered, looking down at Reid and Jarvis and touching the bump on the back of her head. "Are they dead?"

"Yes, it was us or them," I stated. "Just remember all the bad stuff they did to us. They got what they deserved."

"I'm not complaining... I was just making sure," she replied.

"Good. Now stay focussed and undress Reid. We need to get out of here."

Melody was still in shock, but she did as she was told. This was no time for remorse or pity. If we didn't escape tonight, we'd have two more murder charges to add to our list of crimes.

We wrestled and manhandled the clothes from the two corpses. We soon had a pile of clothes on the floor, trying to avoid the blood oozing from Jarvis' head wound.

"Use her bra to clean the spunk off of your face," I instructed. "You won't be needing it, it won't fit you anyway."

The Crow heaved up the body and Melody unclipped her bra from behind. Jarvis' huge tits sprang free and flopped to the side as she was laid back down wearing nothing but her panties. Melody used the cups of the bra to scrape as much cum from her face and body as she could while we repeated the process with Reid.

Her breasts were smaller and stood to attention when she was laid down. It was a shame that the sexy body she owned was wasted on such a horrible bitch.

I cleaned myself up as best I could, removing the spunk that coated me from head to toe. The Crow used the bags from our heads to wash herself and all three of us ended up standing in a pool of sticky goo which ran down our legs as gravity took over.

"Fucking dirty fuckers," Melody hissed with venom. "Being locked up is too good for them."

"Yeah, it was pretty intense tonight. They seem to be getting worse," I agreed.

"The party only fuels their desire to rape women," said The Crow. "This rehabilitation bullshit is never going to work. Men like that can only be stopped one way and that's by killing them."

"Don't worry, they won't last long in prison," I pointed out. "Not once the other inmates find out what they've done."

The Crow picked up one of the batons while Melody and I got dressed into the screws clothing. Reid's clothing was a pretty good fit on me, but her shoes were a size too small. I had no choice but to squeeze my feet into them as they were better than nothing.

Melody had the opposite problem. Jarvis was a couple of sizes bigger the Melody and the clothes hung off her body like a tent. She pulled the belt tight to keep her trousers up and tucked the shirt in to make for a better fit.

We both donned the stab vests and then scraped our hair back into a bun. The spunk in our hair acted like styling gel as The Crow passed us the elastic hair bands from the two dead women's hair.

"How do I look?" I asked them both, standing to attention. "Do I look like Reid?"

"Hhmmmm, you're both passable," said The Crow. "But only from a distance and in bad lighting."

"It'll have to do," I shrugged.

Melody pulled out the taser and checked that it was loaded. Mine had been used but I took it with me anyway, tucking it back into the pouch on my chest. I picked up the spare baton and made ready to leave.

"Keep hold of your stick," I nodded at The Crow. "We all need to be armed for the next stage."

"The perverts will be too busy enjoying themselves," she replied. "But it would be nice if we bumped into the governor."

"If only," I giggled. "Melody, have you got the car keys in your pocket?"

She pushed her hand into her trousers and produced a set of keys. The key fob was for a Nissan, just like we'd been expecting.

"It looks like we've got a ride out of here," I chuckled. "And I've got the keys to the prison."

I jangled a set of large prison keys which were clipped to Reid's stab vest. I then turned to The Crow to see what her next move was.

"What are your plans from here on in? Are you coming with us or are you staying to tell the authorities what happened here and take all the glory?" I asked.

"I've made my own plans," she replied. "I've had enough of rotting in this shit hole."

"If you come with us, we're going to cut you loose as soon as we get out of the main gate," Melody hissed. "You're on your own after that."

"That won't be an issue," she snapped back. "I just told you - I've made my own plans."

"Be nice. Both of you, we're not out of here yet and we need to stick together. We need to sneak past the rape room and get to the barred gate. There are over seventy men in that room. If we disturb them, we won't stand a chance of escaping."

"Agreed, but we need to go," Melody replied. "Let's get out of here before we're discovered."

"Hit the button for the basement and keep the noise to a minimum," I instructed.

The Crow had surprised me so far. She'd been true to her word and she'd also saved my life. I was still wary of her, but my trust for her was growing. The lift dropped with a ping and we waited for the doors to swish open. If anyone was on the other side, we'd have to take them out and make a run for it.

Swwwiiissshhhh.

The doors slid apart and the dull noise from the party hit us as we stared out. The corridor was empty and it sounded like the door to the rape room was closed. The only things that stood in our path now were one of the drinks trolleys and the barred gate at the end of the corridor.

We kept low and quiet and moved down the corridor cautiously but quickly. I kept my hand on the prison keys to stop them from jangling about. As we got closer, I glanced at the closed door and I was amazed to see that the key was still in the lock. I couldn't believe our luck.

"Lock them in," I whispered to Melody who was closest to it. "It will stop the fuckers from coming after us."

Melody reached out and turned the key slowly, hoping that it wouldn't be heard by the men inside. From the amount of noise they were making, I doubted they'd hear anything. I guessed they were discussing what they'd done to us and what they were going to do next time around.

The Crow was standing next to the drinks trolley and I watched as she picked up a bottle of whiskey and unscrewed the lid. She then took a huge gulp and passed it to me. After what we'd been through so far that night, I needed a slug myself. I took the bottle from her and swigged it back, before passing it to Melody. She swallowed down the fiery liquid and passed it back to The Crow.

"Keep moving," I said quietly. "We need to check the exit."

"Go ahead. I'll catch you up," said The Crow, inspecting the bottles on the drinks trolley.

This was no time to be messing around. We needed to get out of here as quickly as possible. If the barred gate really was bolted shut, it was going to take us a lot longer to leave via our Plan B route.

"Whatever," I replied. "Just hurry up because we're not waiting for you. Don't do anything stupid."

I nodded at Melody to move towards the end of the corridor. She kept low and I followed along behind her. After twenty metres, we made it to the barred gate.

From a distance it had looked like the old metal fire door had bars bolted to it to prevent it from being opened. The bolts were tamperproof to stop them from being unscrewed. As I got closer and inspected them, I realised that the bars were fixed to the door, but they were hinged down the left-hand side. They were purely there for show to fool people into thinking it was bolted shut. I yanked the handle down and tugged the door back and, to my relief, it opened.

"Fuck me, you were right," gasped Melody. "This must be how they brought the rapists down here undetected."

"I knew it," I smiled. "It's just a quick walk up the stairs and then out of the fire exit into the car park."

Melody gave me a quiet high five as I looked back to see what The Crow was doing. She had her back to us and appeared to be opening more bottles of spirits.

"What the fuck is she playing at?" swore Melody. "It's not a fucking whiskey tasting excursion."

"Fuck knows, but I'm not going to blow our chance of escape by waiting for her. She said she's made her own plans so let's go."

I pulled the door open fully and felt a freezing cold draught blow down the stairs. There was a flight of concrete steps leading up to another door at the top. Melody took a deep breath and started up the stairs with me behind her. We still took it slow in case someone was on the other side of the door in the admin building.

At the top of the stairs, we stopped and I put my ear to the door and listened. I heard nothing so I took a deep breath and pushed down on the handle which took the door off its latch with an audible click.

Click.

I waited for a reaction from the other side but it didn't come so I pushed the door open a crack and peered through. The corridor was well lit, but I couldn't see or hear anyone so I pushed it open wide enough to get my head through. There was still no reaction so I stuck my head through the gap and looked down the corridor in both directions.

It was deserted.

"It looks clear," I said quietly, but I hesitated.

"Great, let's go," said Melody.

I was as enthusiastic to leave this place as Melody, but something was holding me back.

"What's wrong? Let's go," Melody repeated.

"I can't leave her down there," I replied. "She saved my life tonight."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," she said wide-eyed.

I really wasn't. The Crow was nuts, that was never in question, but she was misunderstood. Being arrested for killing rapists wasn't justice in my opinion and she didn't deserve to be locked up any more than I did. We were similar in so many ways even if she had been a pain in my ass since I'd arrived.

"Keep quiet and wait here," I replied. "I'll be right back."

"For fucks sake, Becca. Leave her here, she's a lost cause."

I held my hand up with two fingers extended.

"Two minutes, I promise. Just wait."

I ran back down the stone steps, two at a time and pushed the barred gate open. The Crow was still standing at the drinks trolley, but it looked different. Bottles had been lined up on the floor outside the door to the rape room. Each one had the lid removed and a napkin had been stuffed into the neck of each bottle.

I shuffled down the corridor with a feeling of dread washing over me like warm cum.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked quietly. "The door's open, let's get the fuck out of here."

"I have one last thing to do before I leave," she replied. "Just go, I'll find my own way out."

"Sheryl, you saved my fucking life tonight. I don't want to leave you here. I at least owe you a lift out of here."

"You owe me nothing, Becca. You've just presented me with the best gift ever."

"A gift? What gift?"

She held up a small plastic lighter which she'd gotten from the trolley and flicked the roller to ignite it.

"Fiery revenge," she smirked like a lunatic. "I'll never have another opportunity like this again."

I looked at the lighter in her hand and then at the bottles on the floor. It suddenly dawned on me what she was planning. The ten bottles of spirits looked like make-shift petrol bombs with napkin wicks.

She smiled at me as the penny dropped.

"No... you can't be serious," I gasped.

"It's what they deserve," she spat. "It's the only way to redemption."

"Are you fucking insane?" I gasped in astonishment.

"You already know the answer to that one," she grinned. "You told me I was free to do whatever I wanted after I helped take out the guards, remember? It's time to make those dirty fuckers pay."

Her plan seemed pretty straight forward. All she'd have to do was light the wicks, open the door and throw them in. It wouldn't matter where they landed as long as the plush carpet caught fire. The bottles would smash and the high alcohol content would turn the place into an inferno in a matter of minutes. All she'd have to do then was lock them in and make a run for the car park.

"They deserve everything that's coming to them," said The Crow. "Just think about what they did to us."

She was right, but it was a horrific way to die.

"They rape, they kill, they torture, they abuse," she continued as she busied herself with another improvised Molotov-cocktail. "Even when they get caught, they get let off with a warning or the case gets dropped due to the girl being drunk or a lack of evidence. We both know that every one of those men in that room is a rapist at the very least. It's my duty to remove them from society."

I'd felt a hatred for these men since the first time I'd been down here. That had only gotten stronger after what they'd done to me tonight. They'd all stood around laughing as I was being strangled and not one of them had stepped in to save me.

In a way I already knew that her mind was made up and I wasn't about to stop her.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'll take the blame for all of it," said The Crow. "I'll go down in history for this."

"If you go through with it, you'll burn the whole prison down," I pointed out. "The inmates don't deserve that."

"No, they don't," said The Crow. "But they won't be affected. The room is fitted with fireproofing on the ceiling and walls. The fire will be contained to the one room. It'll be like a fucking oven in there. I'm not stupid, I understand how fire spreads and this won't. I don't want my fellow prisoners burning to death - just the rapists. Besides, we're below the admin building which is separate to the accommodation blocks. The bitches of Bronze will be fine."

I remembered back to seeing the foil insulation on the ceiling of the rape room. At the time I'd wondered if it was for sound insulation or fire proofing. The Crow's expert eye had also picked up on it. She must have been planning this for months. All she needed was a little help, which had come in the form of a sexy brunette - me.

"There'll be no coming back from this if you go through with it," I stated. "You're about to murder over seventy people."

"No, I'm about to murder over seventy rapists, there's a big difference. Once the police find out who they were from their DNA, they'll soon figure out what was going on down here. I just need your help with one last thing."

"It depends what it is," I replied, fearing the worst.

"I need you to make sure you send the evidence you've gathered to the police. It might make them less enthusiastic about catching us once they realise how big an operation this was."

"Consider it done," I nodded. "But how will you get out of here?"

"I have a car waiting for me outside the prison. I sent a message to my crew and they're going to pick me up."

"I guess this is goodbye then," I replied, actually feeling a little sorry to be saying it.

This crazy painted bitch really had grown on me. If she wasn't so unhinged and menacing, there may have been a place for her at The Facility, but she was too unpredictable. No one would ever be able to bring her under control. She barely had control of herself.

"I guess so," she smiled. "If you ever need to find me on the outside, go to The Worlds End pub in Bristol and ask for me. I could use someone with your skill set."

"I'll bear it in mind," I replied. "Good luck and I hope you find the inner peace you're searching for."

"I've already found it," she grinned her wicked grin, holding up one of the bottles and giving it a playful shake.

I moved in and kissed her once on the lips. It was a soft, sensual kiss which lingered. I stared into her eyes as we parted and I gave her a sexy smile.

"Sayonara, Becca bitch," she smiled. "I'll give you five minutes, then I'm burning these cunts alive. Now go on, get out of here."

She turned away from me and diverted her full attention to the door in front of her. It was like she was in some sort of meditative trance, staring into space. Nothing else mattered to her now other than reaping her vengeance on these sick twisted men.

There was nothing left to say. I just turned on my heels and moved back to the stairs. I gave her one last glance over my shoulder, feeling strangely sad to be leaving her. Her gaze remained on the rape room so I closed the barred door and ran back up the stairs to Melody.

"Where's the Psycho?" she asked.

"About to do what she does best," I sniggered. "We've got five minutes to get out of here before she burns the fuckers alive."

"What? You're kidding, right?"

"I'm deadly serious. There's no stopping her even if I wanted to," I replied, checking the corridor. "It's still clear. Let's get out of here."

I pushed through into the corridor. It felt colder than the basement, but I was already sweating due to the stress of our predicament. The heavy stab vest and Reid's uniform felt clammy against my skin. The lack of underwear didn't really help to contain the many loads of sperm which were still dripping out of me and wetting my trousers. The fabric was sticking to my inner thighs and I knew Melody would be having the same problem.

My heart was in my mouth as we crept to the right, towards the last door between us and the outside world. The only sound was my breathing which sounded deafening to me.

We stopped next to a door which had 'Fire Exit' written on it in green paint. Surprisingly, the door was ajar as it had been propped open with a large brick. That didn't seem right to me. The fire door could only be opened from the inside. If everyone was supposed to be in the basement, why would they need to prop it open unless there was someone outside needing to get in.

"Wait," I whispered to Melody , who was about to push the door open wider. "Something's wrong."

She stopped in her tracks and moved back towards me, giving me a facial expression that said, 'What's wrong? Come on, we're nearly there'.

Being so close to escaping didn't mean we had to rush it. That's when mistakes were made and people got caught. It may have been the last door between us and freedom but it always paid to be cautious. I was about to peer through the gap when I heard the shuffle of feet on the tarmac outside the door.

Someone was out there.

Melody heard it too and I put my finger to my lips to keep her quiet. We waited for a few seconds and then I heard the shuffle again. I was going to have to see what was out there before we went looking for Reid's car. We didn't have all night to wait for whoever it was to leave. The Crow would be making her move any minute.

I placed my baton on the floor and slowly laid down on my belly. The human eye is trained to focus at head height so lying down would keep me out of their line of sight.

I slowly inched forwards on my belly making sure that the keys didn't jangle on the floor. As I peered around the door frame through the small gap, I saw one guy leaning against the wall just the other side of the door. He was dressed in prison guard's clothing and I recognised his fat gut immediately.

It was Wright.

This guy had been no better than Reid or Jarvis when it came to abusing me, but I wondered where his partner in crime was. They always went around in pairs.

As I continued to observe, I saw another figure approaching from across the car park. He was doing his flies up and I guessed he'd just been for a pee.

It was King.

They wouldn't have wanted to be seen in the admin building by the CCTV cameras so the pair of them were staying outside. It shouldn't have come as a surprise to me that they were part of the governor's sick orgy. They appeared to be waiting for the rapists to come back out like a pair of night watchmen. No doubt they were on the governor's payroll too.