Chapter 6: A first short visit at the director's office

“What the …”

He was shouting. Droplets of his spittle hit Sandra who took a step back.

“Anna! What is this naked slut doing in my office! Get her out, get her cleaned and teach her some manners!”

Then, he was his old calm self again and continued working on his computer.

In the meantime, the door had opened and Anna had entered.

“Anna, my dear. Pray, tell me, who brought this girl into my office?” he asked with the sweetest of voices.

“Ms Gertrud, Sir.”

“They **** me … They …”

Both the director and Anna were staring at her.

“Please continue. Tell me exactly what happened. Each word that comes from your filthy mouth will be added to your list of offences. I will personally look to it that justice is done.”

Anna wasn’t fooled by the calm and polite tone for one moment. For the first time in her life, she was intimidated by another human being and kept silent.

“Take her out and have her cleaned. I want to see her in half an hour. Clothing is not necessary. She will have to earn her uniform the hard way.”

Anna pushed her through the door, closed it and shook her head. In the absence of any superiors, her whole demeanour had changed.

“Be careful! Gertrud is a vicious slut. She has got it in for you. She even risked being punished herself by bringing you to him like that.”

“And, Anna?”

“Yes Sir!”

The girl was standing to attention although the director’s voice only came out of the intercom.

“Please send me Gertrude. Immediately.”

Anna pressed a combination on her phone and ordered the guard to come to the director. For the first time, she showed real emotion. She was smiling.

“The bitch deserves it. I hope she will be punished publicly.”

“She will be …”

“Psst! The walls have ears. I am only white for one week. Don’t want to lose this job!”

She answered Sandra’s silent question:

“The walls have ears in this building! Be careful!”

Sandra followed Anna out of the office. The corridor was full of people. Everybody was busy or at least looked that way. The uniformed girls were nearly running, their eyes firmly locked on the ground before them. The guards were emanating a sense of calm but vigilant authority. Nobody seemed to take notice of the naked girl looking around freely in unbridled curiosity.

The common bathroom was just around the corner. All the showers were free. It looked like the shower at Sandra’s former school. There was little room for intimacy.

"Anna, could you please untie my hands? I need them to clean myself properly."

Anna hesitated but then did as asked. She didn't see Sandra as a threat.

Sandra let herself be positioned under a showerhead and closed her eyes. She felt dirty and was looking forward to the clean water caressing her soiled skin.

“Aaah! Damn!”

Sandra shrieked when the ice-cold water hit her.

“Psst! You are not allowed to raise your voice except while being punished! And please stop the cursing!”

Anna tried to hold her back when Sandra tried to flee from the cold onslaught. Sandra had enough of being **** and pushed around. She rammed her knee into the other girl’s groin. Anna collapsed and started to cry. Sandra followed the instincts of the schoolyard bully she was and sensed the vulnerability of her victim.

She pummeled the defenceless girl without mercy. Used fists, her knee, and her feet. Then she pulled the crying misery on her hair into the next toilet cubicle, sat her on the throne and closed the door.

Without a plan or even coherent thought, she ran towards the door and pulled the door handle. It moved but the door did not. It was locked somehow. Probably electronically. Sandra ran back to the cubicle.

“Where is the key, bitch!” Give it to me or …”

“Stop it! Are you crazy? What do you think to achieve with such a behaviour?”

Sandra was really angry now. She wanted her opponent to be afraid. To acknowledge her superiority and thus to comply with her demands. But Anna was made of different stuff.

“Do you really think you can threaten me? With pain? Girl, you have no idea yet what pain is and even less how to inflict it properly. I am not one of the girls you kicked around at school.”

“How …”

“How do I know? Well, believe it or not, but most girls stranded at The Retreat were once like you.”

Then, Sandra’s frustration really got the better of her and she slabbed the sitting girl with full ****. Anna’s head hit the wooden wall of the cubicle and lost consciousness.

Sandra went through the girl’s pockets but couldn’t find anything.

“Well well well! Not that the arrogant brat hadn’t earned such a treatment, but it is not yours to punish other girls, especially not white ones.”

Sandra jumped up and was quickly grabbed by strong male hands.

“I am afraid we will have to inform the director. This will be an interesting first week.”

Sandra became aware of what she had done to Anna. The girl was still completely out of it. She had a bloody nose, and her cheek showed a clear red imprint of her hand.

“I am sorry. Anna? Please wake up!”

The other girl woke up and managed to get to her feet with the help of the two male wardens. She did not waste a glance at Sandra but looked at Gertrude. And, for the second time this day, Anna smiled. Sandra followed her glance and saw what had amused the victim of her attack.

Gertrude sported a nice blue shiner and could barely open her left eye. Sandra was afraid of the punishment(s) that lay in store for her but simply couldn’t help it:

“You got a nice present from our director there, Madam, didn’t you?”

The warden to her right - Sandra was sure he was the one that had been so nice to her love button – started to snigger.

Unsurprisingly, Gertrude was considerably less amused. Again, the attack came without any warning. Anna screamed and collapsed on the floor.

Gertrud shook her head and looked at the small Taser in her hand.

“Hurry up! You are still dirty. Clean yourself!”

It took Sandra some time to get back on her feet. She took all her stamina together looked pointedly at the swollen eye and smiled again. It was her turn to shake her head. Then she jumped under the shower and braced herself for the cold water.

“Anna, get yourself together, girl! How could this happen? Why aren’t her hands tied?”

“She said …”

“She has nothing to say! You are not supposed to talk. AT ALL! You had clear orders from none less than the director himself. I think this must be reported.”

“No, please, I …”

“Don’t you please me! I also have orders and have already been punished because of this insolent brat there.”

“Ms Gertrude, Mam, I beg you, please punish me in any way you see fit.”

Anna was crying now.

Sandra was freezing and had water in her eyes and ears but couldn’t help watching the scene. Gertrude was a real sadist. She tortured her victim with her silence. For endless seconds she did not react at all, then:

“If you really want to make amends you can visit me after lunch in my quarters.”

“Thank you, Ms. Gertrude!”

“Get out of my way. I would like to know, how you managed to convince the director to make you a white.”

Sandra had some ideas, but decided, absolutely against her nature, to keep quiet. She was not an empathic person. Quite the contrary. But she felt guilty and was sorry for Anna.