Forgotten Prisoner    
By Crossmanx at crossmanx@hotmail.co.uk - Comments and ideas welcome
When you're forgotten and in Prison you take any chance you get!

Forgotten Prisoner

As the old prison vehicle came to a sudden halt Dwayne's body was jolted and
he woke up, it had been a long drive over a mixture of busy noisy roads and
dusty dirt tracks, so in one way he was glad the journey was over. Outside
there was shouting and the normal kerfuffle of men rushing around and not
really knowing what they were doing. Then suddenly the doors at the rear of
the vehicle were flung open, dust and bright sunlight streamed in and the man
covered both his mouth and eyes to protect himself. Orders where shouted out
to Dwayne and although he didn't fully understand the local language he had
got to know the phrases most commonly used in his 'situation' and what they
meant.

The man got up off the hard wooden seat and shuffled towards the door, the
chains that bound his legs and hands together allowed only so slight movement,
but he'd got use to how to walk when these where on him. The ankle and wrist
bracelets had chains coming off them all linked up to a central large padlock,
which didn't allow for any fast or easy movement. One step, then another and
he made his way down the rickety steps that lead down from the back of the
prison wagon to the ground. This was always a tricky move, if you fall now
then not only did it amuse the guards, which didn't both him, but it also made
the guards then 'assists' you in getting up off the floor, usually with the
butt of their rifles.

Having successfully negotiated the steps without falling Dwayne was outside,
it was hot and humid, but better outside in the sun than inside the back of
the prison wagon that was like a pressure cooker. The tall man was now pushed
towards a high wall where the only thing was a large closed wooden door, so he
assumed he would be going through that. A quick look around, making sure that
the guards didn't notice him taking in his new surroundings, told Dwayne that
this had not been some planned prison move but something else! He was in a
mountainous region, and by the glace he took over his shoulder as he stepped
down from the steps, told him that the road that lead up to here, wherever
'here' was just a plain old dirt track. Which meant they were some way from
the nearest town, somewhere out of the way and quiet, which didn't fill him
with any great hope or confidence.

There was some large buildings to the far side of him that he could just make
out in the corner of his eye, but to look at them more clearly would also mean
moving his head to the side and that would end up in a rifle butt sharply
being placed somewhere into his body, so he didn't look. What he could see as
he made his way over to the wall and the door was that the area was neat, tidy
and a number of plants and shrubs had been planted. It was nothing spectacular
but showed that some care had been taken around here.

THUD! A rifle butt was 'gentle' placed into his back to encourage the man to
walk quicker. Dwayne noticed that it was a woman who had hit him, he'd not
seen a women prison guard before, and she wasn't that bad looking either,
especially as her jacket had a few more buttons undone than her male
colleagues and displayed a good cleavage too him. A pity he was shackled up,
or maybe she liked it like that? The big man grinned and staggered along as he
took the hint to move quickly towards the door. He picked up the pace, as best
he could thanks to the chain's securing his ankles and was soon stood at the
door in the wall. One of the guards pushed him to the side and opened the
door, then shoved Dwayne through and into the other side of the wall.

The man, Dwayne, the prisoner, was now in a fine looking garden a little piece
of paradise hidden away in the dry, rough and barren mountainous region.
Everywhere he looked there were trees, bushes and plants all laid out,
nurtured and looked after to make this a very special garden for someone "You
like my garden?" Dwayne turned around to see a man stood a short distance
away; he was standing on the large patio area that was at the rear of what the
prisoner could only assume to be this man's house.

Another gentle rifle butt and Dwayne was directed towards where the man stood
as he got closer to him, Dwayne kind of recognised the man, but wasn't sure
where from. Stood next to the man whose garden this was, was a second man, and
although Dwayne didn't recognise him, he knew him. The second man was tall,
with short dark hair and dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and black tie,
plus there were the issued dark reflective sunglasses. Dwayne knew that this
second man was one his own countrymen and by the way he was dressed probably
worked for the same organisation that had hired Dwayne to do a 'little' job.
And it was this 'little' job that was the reason why Dwayne was now a prisoner
in some South American country he knew little about and with very little hope
of getting back home.

'Or was there some hope?' Dwayne staggered over towards the men who were
taking, but unfortunately the prisoner couldn't hear what was being said. When
he was close enough there was another 'gentle' tap from the rifle butt, he
caught sight of the female guard grinning and wondered if she enjoyed doing
this? Dwayne just wanted one minute alone with the guard, woman or no women,
he'd show her what a rifle butt could really do! As Dwayne stood there waiting
for the men to finishing talking, he quickly took in the area around him and
who was there. The two men that where talking, then there was two female
prison guards and one male guard all in a grey uniform and also three female
soldiers in the same uniform just in a kaki colour. The men finished and the
one in the sunglasses walked off and headed to the door in the wall. As he
walked past Dwayne the sunglasses man's head turned to look at the prisoner,
Dwayne wanted to rip those glasses off and look into the man eyes to see what
was there, but the chains that bound his feet and hands stopped him.

Dwayne's mind went back to that day some four months ago when he had been
quite happily drinking in a bar in Mexico and he'd been approached by two men
in suites and sunglasses. They'd asked him if wanted to do a little job for
them, nothing too dangerous or illegal, just fly his old cargo plane south
over a few borders then land in an old disused airfield on the edge of some
jungle, wait a while and pick up a couple of passengers. Dwayne had done a
couple of jobs for these 'people' before over the years, so what could be
simpler? Oh there was also the small point about dropping off a small group of
men and their supplies when he landed, but that was all.

And for doing all this a number of outstanding warrants and charges would be
dropped back home so he would be free to return. It had all sounded like the
plot to some film, and in those films everything ends up working out. Plus
Dwayne was now 42, he'd been away too long and he had family to see and scores
to settle back home. So it had seemed like the answer to all him problems and
prayers.

Unfortunately it hadn't worked out like it does in the movies, he'd landed the
plane ok, dropped off his 'extra passengers' and their supplies. Then as he
waited there was gun fire, there was smoke and confusion and there was a lot
of soldiers from the nearby barracks, that someone had forgotten to tell him
about. All of this was followed by a very quick trial on trumped up charges of
smuggling and a very long sentence being handed down. Dwayne had been sent to
one of the toughest prison that this country had to offer and every day was
one of survival.

Days had turned into weeks that had turned into months and Dwayne was living
on his wits and strength, so far he had been lucky; he'd won each of the
fights that had been forced on him and even made a bit of a reputation for
himself in the prison. But he knew that one day someone would come along who
would be bigger, stronger and smarter, but so far that day hadn't come. Dwayne
felt he had been let down by the organisation that had hired him, they had
left him and would let him rot in prison, so he was both surprised and angry
when he saw the man in the sunglasses. As he passed by and even though Dwayne
knew he couldn't break these chains he still tried to reach out and grab the
man, who was taken aback at the prisoner's action and even jumped like a
startled rabbit. That pleased the prisoner and also amused the gardens owner
who laughed "come now Mr Dwayne, do not attack the man who has come here to
ask for your freedom." 'What? ... ... Freedom!'

The sunglasses man composed himself and carried on towards the large gate,
Dwayne was pushed forward by the female guard and closer to the gardens owner.
As the prisoner moved nearer he now recognised the man, he was the Colonel,
the local army commander and also regional governor, which was quiet handy
when you have ambitions to one day soon, take over and run the whole of the
country. "Mr Dwayne I think that you don't show me the correct respect?"
WHACK! ARRRHHHH!

The woman close by with the rifle now slammed its butt into his kidneys and
sent the tall man down onto his knees "that's better, now your friend over
there, the one in the dark suit and glasses. He says that if I let you go then
he might do something for me." Even through the pain Dwayne liked the sound of
that "but Mr Dwayne I don't think that he will give me what I want, I want
planes and guns and tanks. Do you think your government will gives these too
me?" Now it wasn't sounding so good, "on the other hand I have you, I knew one
day that someone would come to me to get you released, so I made sure you went
to prison. But now that someone has come to get you out, they won't pay the
right price so you are no longer needed."

No this was defiantly now sounding like it was all going wrong for him "but Mr
Dwayne I'm a sporting kind of man and I would see any man have a chance to
save themselves so I have a proposition for you." Dwayne's eyes where fixed on
the slightly overweight Colonel as he stood there in his uniform trying to
look as important as he could. "I hear that you are a strong man, a man who
can fight, who can win and who has earnt the respect inside the prison. Now
that is quite something especially for someone like you who does not come for
around here. So maybe you are someone I can use, after all your country will
not pay to get you out and is now prepared to forget you so why not take a new
country?"

"So what do I have to do to earn your trust Colonel?" The man smiled "I like
that you have already workout that I will need to see your loyalty in action.
You are a fighter and man who knows how to do battle and to win, so all you
have to do is fight." Sounded simple enough and one thing Dwayne knew was how
to fight. "So who do I fight?" 'Cut to the chase and get this over with' that
was Dwayne's way. "Good Mr Dwayne, very good, let me see how you compare to my
head of security." The Colonel waved his arms towards an open, and what seemed
empty, part of the large patio area. Dwayne was confused as there was no one
there; the place was empty apart from a few tables and empty chairs, what was
going on?

The prisoner looked back at the Colonel as if this was a joke or something,
but the man's captor was still stood there smiling his arms stretched out
towards the open area. Dwayne looked back 'No, there's no one ... ... " the
prisoner's eye opened wide as he now saw something, or someone!

From one of the chairs that had its back to the man a pair of legs suddenly
appeared as someone, slowly, deliberately and with a flowing movement swung
their legs out onto the ground and stood up in a very 'Ta Da!' sort of showing
off way. And this person, this woman, had every right to show off, she looked
stunning. As the woman appeared the Colonel moved over to the side so that
Dwayne could get a good look at the 'head of security' and also as an
indication that it was alright for the man to now get up and face his
adversary!

Dwayne got up off his knees and stood, at the same time he looked over to the
Colonel who simply smiled and nodded as if to say 'Yes that's right this is my
head of security and the one you have to fight!' Dwayne looked back at the
woman, the girl. She was about 20, maybe? And dressed in a pair of white open
strap shoes and a white bikini, and that was it. She was a small woman, girl,
maybe 5' 4'' or 5'' and had a very nice body, good legs and from her shapely
hips and slender waist he guessed she had an even better arse. Then up to a
very nice pair of breasts, she was also attractive, with long, straight auburn
hair that came down over her shoulders. Even from this distance her could make
out the dark eyes and subtle mouth she had.

There was something else about the way she looked, she had that Latino South
American look but there was something different, the eyes and nose, an
oriental look, maybe she had mixed parentage, who knows. But after so long
locked up in prison Dwayne knew he could do this little girl some serious
'damage' if he got his hands on her, and it had nothing to do with fighting,
he would fuck her so hard he'd make her beg! With that though now firmly
imprinted on his mind a wry smile came over the prisoners face.

The woman, girl, stood there looking at Dwayne, the prisoner, she saw a tall
man, middle aged but a strong man, someone who had had a hard life, rough life
and someone who probably enjoyed the fact that it had been tough. He was
dressed in a tatty prison uniform, a pair of worn out boots, then a pair of
dark and light grey striped prison trousers and an very shabby and torn dark
and light grey striped prison jacket that just about hung off his body. He was
a strong looking man, even after the time he'd spent in prison, broad, thick
shoulders and well-formed muscular arms. There was a selection of various
tattoos on his arms and chest, snakes, naked ladies, broken hearts and skulls,
all the normal ones. His face was worn, he's hadn't shaved properly for a
couple of days and he was in need of a good haircut, as well as a bath!

Dwayne looked back at the Colonel as if to make sure, again "is this some kind
of joke, you want me to fight her!" The man laughed "no joke Mr Dwayne, if you
put up a good fight I might have use of you, if you don't then, your country
doesn't want you and you just take up room in my prison so, your death will
just make room for someone else to take." The Colonel snapped his figures and
the only male guard there, who looked very nervous, quickly went over to
Dwayne and unlocked his ankle bracelets and removed them, then unlocked the
central padlock. Dwayne reared up moving his arms outwards to stretch, the
guard frightened by the prisoners sudden movement scurried away to safety. The
Colonel laughed again as the prisoner stood there still with the bracelets
attached to his wrist and the chains hanging down.

But Dwayne had moved deliberately, these chains hanging down could be a weapon
as he looked around for an escape route, the girl had started to walk over
from her chair towards him, and although she had a very fine wiggle to those
hips of hers Dwayne eyes were scanning the area to find his exit. He didn't
know what stupid game the Colonel was playing; it didn't make any sense to
him. What he did know was that he didn't trust anyone, the Colonel, the man in
sunglasses, anyone. If he was going to get out of here he could only trust and
rely on himself.

By now the girl had reached Dwayne, he knew she was there but he was thinking,
if he went to the right there where two female guards there, only one looked
as if she was armed, to the left was the one man and two of the female
soldiers, both of the women were armed. In front was the girl and the Colonel
and behind ... ... WHACK!

The girl had stood there and was very aware of the fact that the prisoner's
eyes were flicking around, she knew exactly what he was thinking, she even
smiled at his determination, but he should have been paying attention to what
was right in front of him ... ... Her!

She'd struck out, her clenched fist had come round and drove hard into the
man's solid square jaw, he should have been concentration on her rather than
some plan to run and escape, 'prisoners were so predictable.' So she had made
the first move, now his concentration would be where it belonged on her,
CRACK! And just to make sure she quickly struck again.

Dwayne felt the sharp blow to his jaw and the second blow to the other side of
his face, just to balance out the hurt for him. He grabbed his chin and
wiggled his jaw, the tall, hard man was now not a very happy man as he looked
down on the girl in the bikini. Hot she may be but now she was defiantly dead
meat THUD! Dwayne's problem was he thought too much and the girl was bored
waiting for him to do something, her knee had shot up high and driven straight
into his groin.

Dwayne shuddered at the sharp blow, even a big man like him can be affected by
a 'knock' to a tender spot! He tensed up then leant forward as he dealt with
the harsh strike and its effects and the girl saw her next opportunity WHACK!
As Dwayne's head had come forwards and down she'd jumped up and brought her
leg up high and fast, slamming her knee into the man's body, hurting him and
making him take a couple of steps backwards. For a small girl that was a tough
blow that had not only taken the big man by surprise but also hurt him, not in
any serious way, but enough to now really get his attention and focus his mind
onto the girl that was ... ... SMACK!

This girl was quick and didn't hang around, before her foot had come back down
to the ground her clenched fist had come screaming around and pounded into the
side of the prisoners face. Dwayne now went staggering a few steps to the
side, he steadied himself and turned quickly to look at the girl. There was
distance between him and her now so she couldn't get and cheap shot in because
she was stood next to him like before. There was a smile on her face as if she
was laughing to herself and anger in Dwayne's eye's, 'head of security',
woman, girl or whatever she was she had made her last move, now it was his
turn! The man's hand reached down and grabbed onto the chain that hung down
from the securing bracelet, he looked into her eyes as she stood there then
"AAARRRRR!" WOOOSSSHHHH!

The strong man's arm came thundering around as he aimed the flying, solid,
large chain at the girl's head; she still stood there as he let out an angry
scream. A couple of the females watching could see what was going to happen
and instinctively took a step forwards to try and do something. But it was too
late they could do nothing, as the girl had already done what she needed to.
As the chain came crashing round, an extension of Dwayne's outstretched arm,
the girl just dropped down, she timed it perfectly as the chain went flying
pass and over the top of her, then CRACK!

After she'd dropped down, she'd followed this up with her own move, as the
chain went flying overhead she turned, came around and hit out, she throw her
fist into the now exposed and unprotected side of the man's body OOOUUUHHH!
She caught him just right, the momentum of his swinging arm, his over balanced
body as he had missed his target, plus her hard blow sent the tall man over
and down to the ground. He landed with a thud as he hit the ground and rolled
over, then CRUNCH! ARRRHHHHH!

The girl had rushed after him and as he rolled over and into the perfect
position she had brought the large heel of her shoe down into his groin, 'God
that hurt!' The man's crouch was on fire as he shot bolt upright and sat there
on the floor SMACK! OOUUFFFF! Now that solid heel of her other shoe came
spinning around and slammed into the side of the man's head as he sat there,
and the blood ran down the side of his face from a large cut as he was about
to fall back towards the ground. But before he fell and reached the floor the
girl had spun again and brought her other foot and shoe around WALLOP! Which
pounded straight into the centre of his face, more blood ran and was
splattered as Dwayne was sent thundering backward and crashed on his back onto
the floor.

He could feel and taste blood on and around his face, his head pounded and
felt like it was about to burst when two pairs of hands came down and grabbed
him. The prisoner was pulled up by one of the female guards and one female
soldier, who couldn't resist dishing out their own prisoner punishment WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! The women throw their knees into him as he came back up, with
their assistance, onto his feet. They grabbed onto his tatty prison jacket and
ripped it off him as they throw him forward.

The stunned and shaken Dwayne tumbled and tripped as he was flung forward, he
lurched straight into the waiting girl who was ready for him WHACK! He foot
came driving round to pond into his head once more, Dwayne stumbled around
CRACK! The girl jumped and kicked out, this time his gut was the target for
her foot, but Dwayne was a hard man, a man that had been in a lot of fights
and was tough, he could take anything any man could dish out. The problem was
this was a girl now dishing it out CRACK! UUUHHHHH!

The girl liked the fact that he was a tough man; it meant he would last longer
WHACK! A fist to his face, she didn't have many opportunities to make these
'fights' last that long CRACK! She jumped up and the heel of her shoe came
crashing down onto his knee cap, it was so much more enjoyable to have a man
that could last SMACK! Her fist slammed into his face, more blood and gristle
splattered out, and she could remember that last time it had lasted this long
before THUD!

The girl reached out grabbed onto the groggy man's head, as his eyes tried to
focus on the blurred figure in front of him Dwayne's head was dragged
downwards and WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The girl had shot her knee upwards to meet
his head and face; she pounded him with her strong female body, then she
grabbed onto the man's strong arms, she turned and THUD! Dwayne went tumbling
down to the floor, thrown to the floor by a girl, was this his last
humiliation?

She strolled over to where the prisoner lay, desperately trying to gather what
strength he had left, then reaching down and grabbing onto his hair she pulled
the hurt man back up onto his feet, ready to hurt him some more, SMACK! She
toyed with the tall, strong man, slapping, hitting, kneeing and kicking him.
Fists and feet drove into the man's bod as she drained him of his strength,
resolve and resistance. The female guards and soldiers that watched where
enjoying the display by their head of security, and the male guard there was
becoming worries as various female eyes now fell on him!

Somehow Dwayne was still conscious, even if he looked as if he had just had
the beating of his life, which is exactly what he was getting CRUNCH! The
girls shoe attacked his groin again, then she grabbed onto one of the hanging
chains from his wrist bracelets, just as Dwayne was dropping down onto his
knees. As he feel she twisted, she spun around and over the man, at the same
time taking the chain, still attached to the bracelet around his writs, with
her. The girl, still holding onto the chain, moved quickly, too fast to really
see, she'd looped the chain around the prisoners neck and now she was stood
behind him as he finally dropped to his knees. Dwayne's arm was up across his
chest as the solid chain was now pulled on by the girl and it slowly started
to choke him.

She stood behind the man and was heaving on the chain and so applying pressure
around his neck, she pulled more and more as she choked him with the chain and
the battered Dwayne could only knell there and let the girl carry on. She had
beat him, drained him of his last ounce of strength and now he was in a
hopeless situation. She drove her knee hard into his back to get better
leverage and apply even more pressure as the chain carried on crushing his
windpipe. The lack of oxygen showed, even on his battered face and soon he was
on the verge of death. It was then that the girl released her hold, she let go
of the chain and took a step backwards, then WHACK! A sharp blow to his head
as her foot came around and pounded him for the last time and Dwayne went
tumbling over and crashed into the floor.

The girl walked around his fallen and battered body as he lay there, but he
was a tough man and there was still, even if ever so slightly, some jolting
and jerking movement in his body, he was still alive, if only bearly. She
turned his body over so he could look up into the sky for one last time. There
was the very slightest glint in his blood shot eyes as she looked down on him.
Then she sat down on him, she covered his face, with her gorgeous arse and
smothered him until his last breath was drawn and the prisoner was no long. As
the girl sat there on the prisoner finishing him off one of the female guards
went over to the Colonel who was now sat in a chair over by the far table.
"Excuse me Colonel your daughter has finished with the prisoner now", the
Colonel smiled, he could always rely on his daughter to do as he asked.

Just then two female soldiers came over to the table; they were manhandling
the man in the sunglasses, who looked as if he'd been roughed up a bit. The
women soldiers held the man there firmly by his arms. "Arrh my friend, I have
been thinking that is why I asked you to come back here ... " The man tried to
struggle when THUD! ARRRRHHHH! Another female solder with a rifle slammed it
into his back sending the sunglasses man down onto his knees. " ... as I was
saying, I think we can come to an agreement about your country supplying me
with plans and guns etc." Just then the girl appeared next to her father " ...
... Arrh there you are my dear, Mr Sunglasses let me introduce you to my head
of negotiations, I'm sure you'll have a lot to talk about, and it will be in
your best interest to listen to her carefully ... ... !"