I had to cut this brutally to get it down to 500 words for the SSC. This is the uncut version (732 words),
which in my opinion is infinitely better.

Category: F/F

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August 1st was surely the hottest night so far that summer. The sweltering sticky heat and humidity were oppressive, almost unbearable. At the Womens' Correctional Institute in Monroe, Louisiana the tension in the air was palpable. Tempers were frayed almost to breaking-point.

Linda O'Brien cursed inwardly at her bad luck. It was all so unfair. It was a simple case of mistaken identity, but she had had no alibi, and looked not unlike the police photo-fit of the robbery suspect. It had been a complete surprise when the police turned up at her door and arrested her one evening two months ago. Now she found herself in jail awaiting trial, a helpless victim of the legal system, entirely dependent on an overworked and inexperienced public defender to establish her innocence.

It was Linda's further bad luck that, thanks to successive rounds of budget cuts, female prisoners on remand in Louisiana shared a single dilapidated cell-block, and sometimes even a cell, with convicted inmates, violent criminals and murderers. Linda's cell-mate Nancy Demassio was doing a 10-year stretch for armed robbery and aggravated assault. Even more trouble for Linda was the fact that Nancy's lover was "Butch" Bertha Franklin, leader of the most feared gang on the block, who was serving a life sentence for blowing away a liquor store owner and his wife with a sawn-off shotgun during a holdup.

Linda did all she could to stay out of trouble. She kept to herself as much as possible, and tried to stay out of the way of the more agressive and intimidating characters. She was in-shape and reasonably fit, but at five-six and 140 lbs, she would be no match in a fight with "Butch" Bertha or one of her gang - tall, fearsomely muscular, streetwise black women who spent practically all their spare time working-out.

That evening, Linda was returning from the rec. room when she was grabbed from behind and found herself slammed forcefully against the bars of the nearest cell. She gasped in shock.

"You goddamn motherfukin' snitch, we're gonna teach you a lesson," came a voice from behind her, that Linda recognized with a sinking feeling as "Butch" Bertha's. Linda could not see behind her, but Bertha must have four or five helpers, judging by the way she was firmly held captive. Pairs of hands firmly grasped her pale and slender wrists, and others pulled at her ankles until she was spreadeagled against the cell bars and could hardly move a muscle.

"But I didn't do anything," protested Linda in vain.

"Bullcrap, it has to be you, you stupid cow. The guards found your cellmate's dope stash, and she's lost three week's remission because of you. So you're gonna get it! Get those pants off her, girls," commanded Bertha. "And post a lookout in case the guards show up."

As a remand prisoner, Linda wore her own clothes rather than the regulation uniform, but on this hot evening she wore just a flimsy pair of shorts and an old tank top. Hands roughly and quickly split her shorts open and pulled them down to mid-thigh, exposing her bottom completely. Other hands ripped off her tank-top and roughly pulled at her breasts, squeezing her nipples. Meanwhile, someone's fingers - with sharp nails - brutally invaded her sex. Linda was already in tears from the pain and humliation, as well as frustration that she had done nothing to deserve this, but was helpless to prevent it. Bertha unbuckled her 3 inch wide studded leather belt, that was her status symbol. It should have been confiscated as a non-regulation item (to say nothing of the fact that it was also a potentially dangerous weapon), but Bertha and her gang were so feared that the guards themselves were unwilling to confront her.

Bertha gave Linda several hard whacks with the plain side of the belt, then flicked it around and whacked her with the studded side, causing her to scream in surprise and agony. Oblivious to Linda's screams and protests, she continued to whip her with the studded side. After only a half-dozen blows, a few specks of blood were already evident.

"Rip her shorts off completely!" commanded Bertha. "I'm gonna larrup this bitch good and proper, and I wanna see the blood trickle down her legs to the floor. Hold her tight, but stand well back, girls. I'm gonna have me some fun!"