Taking Beth part 1

Part one

There was no hiding the fact she had made a scene. Beth knew she had lost control completely and that had not been a very bright thing to do. Unfortunately, if her intention had been to raise the issue of her brother’s plight, then she had totally failed. The prison staff had only been interested in her and the negative impact she was having on the whole ward. They simply marched her out of the hospital wing and took Beth straight to an isolation cell, before dumping her unceremoniously inside.

No one had been prepared to listen to what she was saying, or perhaps more accurately screaming at them. Two large guards had appeared from nowhere, grabbed her by the arms and walked her, carried her really, out of the ward. They had not said a single word to Beth but had simply thrown her into this room and left. Locking her in. Inside all was now silent, the excellent soundproofing deadening every sound from the outside. Her last words had been, “I want to see the governor.” But had they even heard her? And what would happened now?

She paced the cell trying to control her emotions. Her arms folded across her chest. The overwhelming guilt that she had about her brother’s imprisonment bubbled up inside her. When the accident had happened, they had been assured by the lawyer they hired, that he would not do time but here he was doing six months. This was only her second visit; he had only been inside a fortnight and already he had been beaten up. The result being that he had been put on the hospital wing. But no one seemed to care about what had happened to put him there.

That is why she had lost it seeing him lying there all battered and bruised. He had been the first to beg her to be quiet, not to make a scene but she had not been able to stop herself. Oh god why had she not stayed calm? The cell walls closed in on her and she realised this was what her brother faced every day. Beth felt her guilt deepen further.

She had no idea how long she had been in the cell. Watches were removed, amongst other things as visitors entered the prison. It felt like hours and Beth had long since stopped pacing. She now sat miserably on the bed. Visions of her brother’s swollen face and his pleading for her to be quiet played through her mind constantly. However, finally there was the sound of a key in the lock and Beth stood up. She dusted herself down and waited to face who ever had come to see her. She told herself over and over to be calm.

“Well, well,” her visitor laughed as the door opened. “You have made quite an impact. Not sure a guest has ever got themselves locked up before.” The man standing in the doorway smiled at her. He was the most physically impressive man Beth had ever seen. Huge biceps, and even through his baggy, orange prison suit, his strong and athletic physic was obvious. However, there was something about him that suggested intelligence too. Perhaps it was the accent, more college than backstreet. Or maybe the lack of visible tattoos made him stand out. Almost every prisoner she had seen, seemed covered in them. He was wearing an armband that said, “Trustee.” Beth had assumed he was here to take her to see someone, but she was horrified to see him step into the cell and then he closed and locked the door.

“So, we can talk undisturbed,” he said casually, as though being locked in a cell with a prisoner was the most natural thing in the world. Beth protested immediately, saying she wanted to see the governor, but then the full extent of the situation she was in hit her. “I am Jackson,” the man said and then in a polite tone he added, “please sit.” Beth sat, his name whirling around in her mind. Jackson? Jackson?

“You’re the one who beat up my brother,” she spat back at him before even thinking whether this was a sensible thing to say. After all she was trapped in a cell with this man. Beth realised she had automatically sat down when told to, and not wanting to be seen following his orders she went to get up again. However, before she could Jackson sat beside her. Very close beside her. So, she was now unable to move. “I want to see the governor,” she repeated, in too quiet a voice to carry conviction. She was conscious she had breathed in and out very deeply, and the silence hung in the air as she waited for Jackson to speak. He smiled, taking his time, as though aware of how in control he was and how Beth was losing the struggle to regulate her emotions. “I want to see the governor,” she repeated for the third time. This time making herself look deeply into Jackson’s dark eyes.

“Do you really want to see the Governor?” He asked calmly. “because if you do, I could get pretty pissed about that. It’s what we have been trying to get your brother to see. He must fit in with our ways and,” he paused. “My people don’t like those that don’t conform.” Another pause and in a jovial tone he added. “They get the shit kicked out of them. Till they do.” Beth observed bitterly that she had already seen that, and Jackson laughed. “You have spirit,” he said. “I like that! But that spirit is going get your brother maimed or worse.” Beth’s head dropped, and Jackson knew she was thinking about what the hell she could do to get out of this situation. He expected her to see very quickly the answer was absolutely nothing.

Suddenly Beth was jerked back to reality. She felt Jackson’s hand touch the bottom of her chin, making her jump and then her face was gently but irresistibly lifted to his. Wide-eyed she looked at him.

“Would you like me to protect your brother?” He asked, and she said of course she would. He added, “its lucky for him you are so lovely. So very very pretty.” Beth gulped, fearing what would come next. She did not have long to wait. A hand reached up and gently touched the side of her face, Jackson pulled her head towards his. “Kiss me,” he commanded as he felt her resistance. Beth closed her eyes and quickly kissed him on the cheek and then pulled away. “What the fuck was that?” Jackson said menacingly. “Kiss me or your brother is screwed,” he barked. “You know without my help you won’t even get visiting rights, maybe they won’t even let you go to the funeral.” He laughed at that, making Beth shudder.

This time the hand that went around the back of her neck gripped a little harder. Beth was pulled helplessly into a kiss. She closed her eyes as their lips met. The first touch was brief, Jackson smiling to himself at the look of revulsion on her face and then they came together properly. He kissed her again, his lips pressing firmly on hers, before with a quiet smacking sound the contact was broken. Jackson’s hand held her head firmly in place, but Beth made no protest. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to fight, she was just unable to decide what to do, and as her brain whirled, she went along with what was happening. All the time though her mind went around in circles trying to decide whether to resist or not.

She knew she had a decision to make. Beth overwhelmingly wanted to keep her brother safe. Her guilt gave her no choice and anyway it was her duty. The idea came to her that right now she just needed to do what was necessary to get out of here. Later she could act. So, she remained compliant until she could bear it no longer. Finally, after several kisses she turned her head to the side. But Jackson’s finger pulled her head back, so she was again looking at him. Beth could not hold his gaze.

“Take off your top,” he said calmly.

“What? No!” Replied Beth, reeling from this shocking development. Could she really bring herself to do that? Remove her shirt for this stranger and where was this going to stop? Then the thought hit her that she needed to establish boundaries.

“To keep my brother safe,” she said mechanically. “What exactly do you expect from me?” She nervously ran her hand through her hair as she spoke and again looked downwards. Jackson ignored the question but repeated the command to take off her top. “Okay,” she said. “But that’s it. I take my shirt off. You stop the beatings on my brother.” Jackson watched, a smug smile on his face, as she began to undo the buttons of her shirt. One by one they came undone, starting at the top she opened them, with her fingers shaking as she did. Halfway down she paused to look at Jackson but when he neither moved or said anything she reluctantly continued. When she was finished, she sighed deeply, resting her head on her hand for a moment with her eyes closed. This could not be happening to her.

“I said off,” Jackson observed lightly, as his hand reached down to open Beth’s shirt a little. He could see her stomach with its pale flawless skin and he could see that she was wearing a white bra. Beth lifted her body a little, pulling her arms out of the sleeves before sitting back. She kept a firm hold of the shirt, placing it deliberately on her lap, hoping she would be able to put it back on again very soon.

“Very nice,” said Jackson, admiring her lovely 34B tits nestling in two plain white cups. “Very good,” he repeated. His finger played for a moment with her bra strap, slipping under it and then lifting it before letting it snap back into place. “Take this off too,” he said.

“No, no,” replied Beth aghast, but then she remembered her plan to do whatever it took to get out of the cell. Beth sighed again, as Jackson pulled her shirt from her lap and dropped it onto the floor.