Survival strategies

Mina awoke the next day to Lisette unlocking her cell. She hadn't even bothered to pull her scrub pants back on. The lovely nurse sat the small cups of pills and water beside her as Mina swung her legs over the side. The 18 year old sat up, wiping sleep from her eyes. "That was the best night's sleep I've had in days. No nightmares." she said, popping the pills into her mouth and swallowing them with the water. She was debating telling Lisette what had happened last night, but decided to leave out the "hallucination". "Ollie was in here last night." she said, gauging Lisette for a response. The nurse's breathing caught in her throat and her head tilted. Lisette wasn't very good at hiding things.

"Oh? And how was that?" Lisette asked, taking Mina's pulse as she looked at her watch. She wrote it down as Mina felt around the bed for her scrub pants. She found them wadded into a ball in the corner. Ollie had wiped himself off on them. Mina sighed, and slid them on. In 20 minutes after the drugs kicked in, she wouldn't care anyway. Something had changed in her mind. She realized that the only way out of this nightmare was to get through it.

"It was...fine. Just finishing up from earlier, I suppose." she said as Lisette collected her empty cups. Mina took a breath, and decided direct questioning would be best. "What is going on out here? Ryan mentioned something about a Tranquility project or something? What did you mean by waiting for the right moment to take control?" The nurse put her fingers to her lips and shook her head, her eyes wide. She motioned with her finger for Mina to follow her. She stood up, following Lisette out of the cell and toward the elevator. Once inside, Lisette closed the rusted doors and pressed a button, sending the lift shakily upward. She leaned in close while they were between floors and whispered.

"Listen, I know what you are going through. I went through it myself. All the staff are former patients of this facility. The Tranquility Initiative has nothing to do with the patients..." she said, leaning away as they ascended passed the first floor. Once out of sight, she leaned back in. "Donovan Island has a long history of wayward souls finding its way here. Dr Redburne says the earliest Aborigines used to hold their shamanic initiations out here. Later, during colonization, the Brits used it as a high security prison island for inmates too insane for Australia or New Zealand. Nothing on the books as it was in international waters. They would just pull into the harbor and dump them off. Imagine their surprise when it was "rediscovered" to find that a small colony had been established, and in place of a church they had a sacred well where they would worship the Aboriginal spirits of dreams and nightmares..."

The lift buzzer rang, and Lisette resumed her composure and went on as if they were in the middle of a different conversation. Mina could feel the psychedelics start to kick in at the edges of her consciousness. "...and this is the sexual trauma general population ward. Everyone here has shown a willingness to submit to therapy and follow the rules of it. Now, as I indicated yesterday, we are 100% non-confrontational unless the health of a patient or staff member is in danger. You will most likely be touched, sometimes intimately, by the patients. You are not to resist or retaliate. Rather, frame the interactions as I instructed you yesterday. They mean you no harm, they are just curious about how your body feels, and how it would feel on their own body." As if on cue, an overweight, middle aged man walked up behind Lisette and slid his hand under her arm and onto her busty chest. She smiled, and patted the man's hand as he squeezed and kneaded her breasts. "See? No harm done. Go along, Wilfred."

As he shuffled by them, he looked at Mina, confusion on his face, before he reached out to touch her own breasts. Mina wanted to retreat, but she stood her ground as his thick fingers groped her for a moment. He rolled her nipples between his fingers through the thin fabric of the white tank top. She thought she could hear her soft, pink buds stiffening as a low ringing sound filled her ears. The drugs were kicking in, alright. Someone turned on a TV, and he wandered off as if he hadn't done anything. Mina had to admit, he didn't seem malicious or threatening.

She felt like she was moving through a warm liquid as her brain relaxed and her limbs felt so light that she could float to the ceiling. Mina realized she was smiling when Lisette giggled. "You see? No harm done at all. I'll check on you in a little bit for lunch. For now, just sit back and relax... but not too much. You don't want to accidentally lose your virginity... If you do well today, I'll speak to Dr Redburne about allowing you to help me make my evening rounds."

Mina liked the sound of that. She looked out the window at the last stormclouds rolling over the island. The eye of the storm would have hit the mainland by now. Now, it was another few days of thunder and wind, and then... then the inmates in the boat wouldn't have to hide from the weather and could work on ways to get inside. Her mood dropped. They had access to the entire ship. Inside were fireaxes, flares, and what she hoped was still a locked gun cabinet full of riot guns.

Her mind snapped back to reality when she felt another hand slide over her shoulder and under her top. She leaned her head back to see a pale, sickly man with quivering lips. His sweaty fingers dig into her breastflesh and pulled them out. He squeezed them and giggled before walking around the chair. Mina looked around, and the realization hit her: she was the only woman in a room with a dozen absolutely insane men, and lunch wasn't for three hours. He loomed beside her, rubbing himself as he fondled her.

"You are pretty." he said in a quivering voice. Mina did her best to fake a smile as he put his hand down his pants, stroking himself a mere foot beside her. "He'll like you." he said. Mina looked over at him, her smile turning to a frown. "He'll like you just as soon as we get you ready." Mina didn't know who "he" or "what" he was talking about, but she was tired of feeling afraid.

"Oh, enough of this shit!" she said, just as he pulled his cock out from his pants. "You want to prepare me? Fine!" she said, leaning over and taking his cockhead into her mouth. Mina slid her hands onto his shaft and started stroking it. He looked down, his mouth hanging open as she sucked his cock into her throat between twisting strokes. He didn't last a minute. Mina pumped and sucked furiously, pulling back at the last minute and stroking him off with her hands. He erupted in a single, great spurt of cum that rose and fell on her hands and forearms as she jerked and licked his twitching, cumming member.

She stood up, and wiped herself off on his shirt as she made her way of to the overweight man who had groped Lisette. There was only way she was going to get out of this room a virgin, and that's if she took control. She pulled her hair into a ponytail as she pulled her shirt off. The man looked up from his drugged stupor at the gorgeous teen, and started to rub himself through his pants.

"Okay. 11 to go..."