This is madness, it just can't be happening, Jenny thought as she stepped off the launch onto the wooden jetty. The bright sunshine forced her to shield her eyes with both hands and the woman guard assisted her to make the difficult step from the small boat. The handcuffs that Jenny wore had rubbed her wrists throughout the long journey and the female guard was either unsympathetic or she simply didn't understand. The cut-down jeans that served as her shorts pulled tightly and uncomfortably into Jenny's pussy, the warm weather didn't help either.

Hot and sweaty, she felt terrible; the light cotton blouse stuck to her damp body, moulding itself to the shape of her breasts and restrained by the tight bra that she wore. The only concessions that the guard had allowed her, was to post a hastily scribbled letter and to tie-back her long blonde hair into a pony tail; that at least had made her feel a little better.

The prison stood before her, looming up from the sun-baked soil. Drab, white painted walls that had peeled badly in the constant bleaching it received from the hot Mediterranean sun. Jenny's heart dropped, some holiday this had turned out to be, she thought bitterly. Many times she had asked the woman guard to tell her where and why they were going to wherever it was that she was being taken, all to no avail; nothing but silence in return. A rough shove from the guard behind her, urged Jenny towards the great wooden gates set into an archway at the front of the building. The prison looked fearsome and uninviting and her confidence now began to escape her. Jenny was however confident in her belief that soon, very soon, the British Consulate would come to her rescue, but in the meantime she would be locked up waiting.

The fears that she harboured now were for what lay beyond those gates and how the other prisoners would receive her; Jenny shuddered involuntarily, despite the heat. She had left Luton airport, full of hope and excitement, looking forward to a relaxing holiday in the sun, a time to just get away and to have time alone to think.

Following the break-up of her relationship with Michael she certainly had needed it! Bastard that he was. She would go alone; she had decided, to Sicily, the jewel of the Mediterranean the brochure had said. Jewels, the crown jewels anyway, were securely locked away, just as she was to be. Arrested in the street, with no time or opportunity to do anything about it, even if she had known how to anything and then brought here to this God-forsaken place. "Avanti," the woman guard urged curtly, prodding Jenny with the long baton that she carried.

The guard's attitude had changed now, throughout the journey she had been fairly passive, guiding and helping as needed. Now, in front of the prison, her mood seemed to have changed and her manner hardened. The beige uniform that the guard wore was stained with sweat under the armpits and a sinister looking pistol in a leather holster was strapped around her waist. A strange occupation for a woman to volunteer for, Jenny thought. They stopped a short distance from the tall gates.

A tangle of rusty barbed wire curled around the top of the gates and all along the walls, two guards with rifles stood sentry on a platform above the gates; all this added to the foreboding that she felt. Jenny waited for the female guard to complete the paperwork with an evil looking male guard that had stepped out from between the huge gates.

His eyes roamed Jenny's body hungrily, lingering on her slim tanned thighs, a sardonic grin creasing his unshaven face. Lustful and leering, he was horrible, Jenny looked away.

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