Suzy - Chapter One.

 

We took the stairs two at a time and rushed into the dormitory, like two kids playing tag. I reached our alcove first and dived on my bed. Fran, about six feet behind me jumped on top of me, whereupon we wrestled for a moment before I let her pin me to the covers.

"That was easy," she said breathlessly. "I thought you'd put up a fight." She leant forward and kissed me on the lips,

We had a proper snog, full on. While we kissed, I gathered her skirt up and pushed my hands down her tight panties so I could squeeze her hot cheeks. She squirmed when my fingers slipped into her crack.

She broke the kiss. "Heh, I need a shower."

"Not before we've been down to the fence."

She pushed herself up and sat on my tummy. "Suzy, not again. If you're caught breaking the rules again, they'll skin you alive."

I pulled my hands out of her panties and tried to tickle her. "The rules are made to be broken," I said in a loud whisper.

We were alone in the dormitory, having left the evening meal early. I told the other girls we were going to the library. They scoffed and several gave us knowing nods, suggesting we were about to go muff diving. I didn't care what they thought, but I did care if their inuendo hurt Fran, my best and intimate friend.

"Suzy, can't you go on your own?"

"Nah, I need you to hold the torch while I climb the fence. The last thing I want to do is break my leg, climbing over it."

She rolled off the bed and sat on the edge of hers. "I don't want you climbing the fence! It's too dangerous and you might get caught."

I jumped off the bed and forced my way between her knees, then leant forward and kissed her. "Don't get your knickers in a twist, babe. Rob threw the package over the outside fence. I've only got to climb the inside one to get it. That's why I need you to help me."

"Climbing the fence could land you in the slammer. Me too."

"I'll be in trouble, not you. If we get caught, I'll tell them it was my idea and I dragged you along. Look babe I need that package. I ran out of ciggies two days ago. I've got orders to fill or I'm in trouble."

"Don't you ever want to get out of here?"

"I've got nowhere to go," I said bitterly.

"You can come and live with me."

"These bastards aren't going to let me go until I'm twenty-one. Even then they might make me spend some time in an adult prison."

My pretty friend sighed, then looked down at her clothes. We were both wearing the second-year uniform - a white blouse, tartan skirt and long black stocking/socks. "We can't go in our uniforms."

"Yes, we have to. It'll only take ten minutes to jog through the spinney and ten minutes back. No one will know we've been out."

The remand centre ran a relaxed regime in and around the main building but the rules about going beyond the lawns were strict and the punishments were draconian. I preferred not to think about the consequences and instead focus on the rewards I'd get, once I had the package.

"Come on, put your cardigan on and grab the torch. We'll go down the back stairs and leave through the laundry room."

It was a tried and tested route for skiving off and getting out of the building quickly. We both put our maroon cardigans on and slipped out of the alcove, leaving the curtain closed.

"They'll think we're at it," I whispered to Fran as we strode out of the dormitory.

She nudged me with her elbow. "I'd rather be on your bed between your thighs, than out there, risking a thrashing."

"I love your filthy mouth." We reached the top of the stairs. "We can do it later, after lights out. Adrenalin will be racing around my veins at a hundred miles an hour." I put my finger on my lips as we descended the narrow concrete stairs.

We arrived in the service corridor, which was out of bounds after 7 o'clock. Being caught in the laundry room would land us both in trouble - maybe three strokes of the cane on our bare asses. It was dark and difficult to navigate but I knew the way and avoided running into any one of the many laundry trolleys that were parked in the room overnight.

The back door was locked on the inside with bolts and a huge key, a throwback from the building being over 300 years old. The huge wooden door creaked as I opened it, but the building was alive with sounds, so we weren't in danger of alerting anyone.

I popped my head out and found the coast clear. I could see the lawn to my right was deserted, which meant the guard who strolled around at night was most likely on the other side of the building. We slipped out and, in a crouch, ran along beside the building. When we got to the end, I looked around the corner and spotted the guard walking away from us.

Static CCTV covered the lawns but there were several blind spots and ways of evading being seen. Fran had been out with me at night before, when I showed her how to avoid the cameras. It was a silly game, but nothing came remotely close to the excitement I felt avoiding security.

I squatted down beside Fran on the gravel path. "The coast will be clear in a minute." The border that lined the far side of the path was stocked with an abundance of tall flowers and shrubs. Couple that with the fact that our uniforms were dark, made us difficult to spot in a crouch.

Fran put her hand on my thigh, just above the top of my black stocking/sock which had slipped down to my knee. "We can go back. It's not too late. You know what will happen if we get caught."

I was squatting on my heels and my knees were parted. I grabbed her hand and slid it up my thigh, under the pleated miniskirt until she cupped the bulge in my blue serge knickers. She stroked my cleft making my clit sparkle with excitement.

I held her stare and smiled. "There, what do you feel, babe?"

"Christ, Suzy, you're hot and damp..."

"I'm up for this and when we get back..." I raised my eyebrows.

She was a sucker for my charm and easy to manipulate. A remand home for girls was a harsh place to stay, so when friendship was on offer, girls like Fran were easily influenced. Having seen what the other girls had done to her earlier in her sentence, I took it upon myself to befriend her. We had come through some tough times together.

I took another look and saw that the lawn to the west was clear. "Come on."

I led the way along the edge of the lawn, beside another border, which divided the lawn in two. Then at the end, we had to edge between the shrubs and cross a service road which ringed the entire estate. Crossing it meant we were out of bounds and in hostile territory. I had been to the fence, on my own, many times when the light wasn't too bad, but it was October and dark by 7 o'clock.

I knew my way through the spinney. There were several tracks used by the gardeners who had a storage shed quite close to the fence. After jogging along the track, without the aid of the flashlight, we reached the large wooden structure in less than five minutes.

Fran grabbed my arm. "Suzy, I don't like it here..." She looked around our almost black surroundings, wide-eyed.

I grabbed her and gave her a hug. "Give me a kiss."

It was a bit nippy and the hug was obviously welcome, for she returned my passion with a stonking kiss. We entwined tongues and turned our heads first one way and then the other.

I had to break the kiss. "Phew, you're as excited as I am!"

She shook her head as she stepped back. "No, I'm terrified."

"Not far to go." I took her warm hand and led her through the back end of the spinney.

We emerged on a strip of land that had been cleared so maintenance guys could easily repair the fence. We also came through the patch, on our cross-country runs when we did a circuit of the estate. The broad swathe of flattened grass and weeds was about fifteen feet wide on our side of the ten feet tall chain link inner fence.

The barrier had several strands of barbed wire intertwined along the top edge, but it wasn't a serious challenge for a determined 19-year-old girl like me. However, the outer fence, 20 feet beyond the inner, was an entirely different kettle of fish.

It was taller and had a sloping section leaning over no-man's land. Even I wouldn't attempt to climb that fence, but if I could get my hands on a pair of bolt cutters...? I had no intention of trying to escape. If I tried and was successful, I had absolutely nowhere to go.

Institutionalized since I was thirteen, after my parents died in a house fire, I had been bounced from one remand centre to another, until the authorities had completely forgotten about me. With no next of kin and just one visitor, an ex-con, the remand homes had become my world. A world where I waged my own little rebellion against authority.

The only contact I had with the outside world was a lad named Rob. He was a friend of an inmate who had gone home and she was paying him for the cigarettes. After meeting at one of the family days, he started ringing me a few months back and he readily agreed to throw the packages over the fence, provided he got his money from my friend.

The arrangement was a dodgy one, but from my point of view, well worth the risk...

 

 

Suzy - Chapter Two.

 

I got a message from Rob earlier that morning. He had thrown the package over the outer fence into long grass. There was a path through the centre of the no-man's land, but the rest was overgrown and only cut back twice a year. I had been at St Luke's Remand Centre for over a year, since I turned 18, and had explored the fence several times, at night, during the summer months.

Eight o'clock was the time they changed guards so there was no chance of one strolling along the path for at least another hour.

"The drop zone is this way," I whispered. Still holding Fran's hand, I led her toward the spot where I had successfully recovered three packages. "There!" I pointed at a sign with red letters. Even in the darkness we could read the sign. 'CLIMBING THIS FENCE IS FORBIDDEN'. We crossed the flattened grass and stood against the chain link fence.

Fran pointed at the sign. "I think they're trying to tell us something."

"Look, if I get caught, I spend a week in the slammer. It's worth the risk."

"And, the public caning..."

That part wasn't so pleasant. St Luke's was a private remand centre. The government had given the institution a private charter which meant the governing body could set their own rules. As far as I was concerned the governor, his henchmen and women, made the rules up as they went along.

Rich parents were able to pull their kids out of the government system and place them in institutions like St Luke's. It eased the pressure on the public purse and at the same time introduced a harsher level of punishment that wasn't acceptable in state prisons. The only reason why I was transferred to St Luke's was because five other institutions washed their hands of me. The psycho-babble guys sorted me out, or so they thought, and I had been coping without them for nearly a year.

"It's not going to come to a caning, babe," I assured Fran. "No one is going to know what we've been up to. Switch the torch on so I can see what I'm doing." I then unbuttoned the overlap on my tartan skirt. "Dim the torch... Put your hand around the lens... Better..."

"Why are you taking your skirt off?" she asked.

"I need it to lay over the barbed wire."

"It might get torn."

"Nah. I've done it before. It'll be okay."

I folded the skirt and handed it to Fran. "Pass it up to me in a minute."

Unencumbered by the skirt, I pushed the toe of my buckled right shoe into a space in the links and hauled myself up a couple of feet. Being only 5'2" and 48 kilos I was the right build for climbing fences. I had just found a toe hole for my left shoe and lifted my ass when Fran shone the torch on it.

"Christ, Suzy, it looks like you've wet your knickers. So much pussy juice..."

"Stop farting about and give me a push up."

She placed her thumb on the damp patch and her fingers on the under slopes of my cheeks, then pushed. It was a welcome boost and helped me scramble to the top.

With one hand gripping the links I turned and held my right hand out. "Hand me the skirt, babe."

She took her thumb out of her mouth and handed me the skirt. "You're very tasty tonight."

"There'll be plenty of pussy juice left for you, babe," I muttered, then turned and threw the skirt over the top of the fence. "Perfect..."

I pulled myself up and threw my right leg over, so I was balancing on the top of the fence. The gusset of my panties rested on the double layer of skirt, but not for long, because I swung my left leg over and wedged it into the other side of the fence. I moved down a couple of feet, then released my grip and dropped to the ground.

"Pass the torch through," I said as soon as Fran came close to the chain links.

She eased the slim flashlight through a diamond shape gap. "Hurry, this is taking longer than you said."

"Stop worrying. If anyone's looking for us, I'll say we went for a walk..." No sooner had the words left my mouth, I thought I heard a sound from close by. "Shhhhh," I whispered. I covered the light and waited for my eyes to adjust, then turned to fran. "Get down, babe, and wait for me to throw the package over the fence."

Satisfied I was alone, I turned and waved the flashlight over the undergrowth to get my bearings. Then I heard another sound. I froze and listened.

"Did you hear that?" Fran hissed behind me.

I ignored her and stepped forward. The ferns and weeds brushed against my legs all the way up to my thighs, so I quickly pulled the cotton stockings up as far as they'd go. I tramped through undergrowth and reached the well-trodden path the guards used for their patrols. Security was sporadic at St Luke's and highly predictable.

The governor relied more on harsh punishments to persuade inmates to toe the line, than spend money on patrolling the grounds 24 hours a day. When they were out and about, the guards mainly strolled around the grounds within the service area and along the corridors after lights out at 10 PM.

Guards patrolled between the fences infrequently and tended to hang around the main entrance to the estate for long periods. I had been out at night watching the guards. I estimated they took the long walk around the perimeter, between the fences, only twice a night.

As I searched beyond the path, I heard another sound I couldn't identify. It was unlikely to be coming from beyond the fence, because the woodland was denser and there was no one living within five miles. Rob claimed he threw the package over earlier so it couldn't be him.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I found the green parcel. Rob had camouflaged it by tying ferns to the wrapper, a ruse that worked well in the past. I picked it up, turned and froze. A sound in the undergrowth was close, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I backed away from where I found the package and took another step backwards.

My heart almost leapt out of my mouth when a hand grabbed my shoulder. "Drop the package," the man hissed.

I dropped both the torch and the package because I was deeply shocked. I turned and came face to face with a tall masked figure, I guessed it was a man. Well, he had a scarf wrapped around the lower half of his face, but I could see the whites of his large, staring eyes.

"Rob?" I blurted out.

"Who'd you think it is, you silly little bitch. And, keep your fucking voice down."

"Suzy, what's going on?" Fran called out.

He slipped his hand down to my upper arm and shook me gently. "Tell your friend to piss off."

I didn't want to do that. However, even though Rob's behaviour was threatening, I thought I could handle him. "Fran, you can go back. I've found the package I don't need you anymore."

"Babe, stop fucking about. Who are you talking to?" Fran asked.

Rob tightened his grip and pushed his black face into mine. "You can either get rid of her or invite her to the party. I aint ever fucked two lesbians before."

"Let go of my arm and I'll go over and tell her."

"Bitch, do you think I'm stupid? Tell her now."

I raised my voice. "Fran, I need to talk to my friend. Go back. I'll catch up with you later."

"Oh, er, alright," she replied hesitantly, then there was silence. We both listened, then Rob picked up the torch and shone it in the direction of the inner fence.

Satisfied Fran was no longer there, he directed the beam of the torch down at my panties. "Your pal, Zoe, never showed up, so you owe us for two shipments. Get your knickers off. You can start paying now."

"No, no. I'll speak to Zoe. I can fix it..."

I knew I couldn't fix it, banged up in a remand centre. The lads knew that and weren't about to let me off with a warning. They had me over a barrel and I only had myself to blame!

 

 

Suzy - Chapter Three.

 

Rob shook me violently. "Kid, I aint fucking about. You're our bitch. You owe us for two deliveries and you're going to pay now. Take your knickers off or Wes will do it for you."

I looked around wildly just in time to see another shadowy figure emerge from the gloom.

"Give me that flashlight, Rob...," the stranger demanded.

Once Wes was in possession of the torch, he pointed the beam at me and guided it all over my body and face.

"I told you she was fucking hot, didn't I?"

"I'll tell you what I think when she takes her knickers off."

"Please, let me go. I'll get you your money, somehow," I pleaded.

They ran out of patience. Rob spun me around and after pulling me back against his body, Wes stooped and clasped the elastic of my panties. In one violent yank, he tore the precious item down to my ankles. I could have kicked out, but with Rob's arm pinning my arms and body against his solid frame, I knew it would be futile to resist.