Sadistic Sgt Salo leads a group of new inmates through the humiliation of processing at Barren Dune Penitentiary in a new series by Rodd Sterling.
Barren Dune Penitentiary: Processing - Intro
by Rodd Sterling
Series: Barren Dune Penitentiary
Intro
The long drive out from Los Angeles to my little oasis of hell takes you through some of the most remote parts of the Californian desert. The nearest place to get something to eat is almost a half an hour away from the prison. I often smile as I try to imagine the feeling of dread our new intakes must be experiencing as they leave behind the cool ocean air of the coast and begin to sweat as the temperatures rise with every minute they head east. Once the bus passes through the glorious gates of Barren Dune Penitentiary, they must realize their ass is lost to the world.
Barren Dune houses about 1800 inmates. It's a medium security prison so it doesn’t have a wall. Though with the remoteness of surrounding landscape, it doesn't really need one. But there is a 20-foot high chain link fence topped with barbed wires. We patrol with assault rifles and telescopic batons. We’re known for having some of the most brutal prison guards in the state and we take pride in that notoriety.
I’m one of the sadistic bastards that runs this joint. My name is Salo, Sgt. Salo.
I received word that we'd be taking in four new inmates this afternoon so Sanchez and I waited with a small group of promising new trainee guards in the processing room. I'd be watching the trainees closely for any evidence that they'd be well suited for life at Barren Dune. Being out in the middle of nowhere without a woman can take a toll on a man. The truth is, it’s not just the inmates who fuck each other.
The bus arrived right on time at 15:00. The outer door to processing opened and four new pieces of meat dressed in our distinguished one piece orange jumpsuits hobbled in - chained together in typical chain gang fashion. It’s a quite a show watching them try to walk. Every other step it seems as if they’re about to fall over. Poor bastards. And it only gets worse from here.
I’ve been through this process many times over the past twenty years and it’s always the same. There’s always some scared kid who's world has been completely turned upside down. He’s the usually the one trying to act tough. Or sometimes he’ll play the role of the class clown, telling jokes and laughing to mask his fear. In addition to the newbies there are always plenty of repeat offenders. Fuckers just can’t seem to keep themselves out of trouble. Of course, the system is set up so that the slightest infringement gets their asses hauled back here. After twenty years of this kind of work, I can confirm that the whole system is operating rather well. And I feel proud of the role I’ve played in enforcing a particularly, sadistic form of punishment on all the prisoners entrusted to me.
I’d watched them in silence long enough. It's important to set the tone immediately. Let them hear it in your voice. And give them a sense of just how far your foot was going up their ass.
“All right assholes, backs against the wall.” I yelled. “Heads down. One glance at me or Officer Sanchez, means that you want us to fuck you!"
The OGs usually roll their eyes. They've heard the threats before and learned to take them in stride. But the newbies almost shit themselves. They're still coming to terms with just how much they’ve fucked up their lives.
“Welcome to Barren Dune Penitentiary, boys. I’m sure you will enjoy your stay here as we have the finest prison living that pieces of shit like you could ever want. We offer 360 panoramic views of dirt and rocks. Blankets as thin as tissue. And food you wouldn’t allow your mutt to eat. Not to mention some of the finest and most dedicated staff our glorious state has to offer. I see some of you are repeat guests. We sure do appreciate repeat business!"
"You may have noticed we have a group of future officers with us today," I continued pointing to the trainees huddled together in the corner of the room. "They will be observing and may even participate in your processing today. Some of these officers may be beating your ass for years to come. So I suggest you try not to piss them off."
I looked to the trainees who all stood grinning, looking at the men and enjoying their first taste of their potential power over them. Yes this was a promising batch indeed.
"We've got several steps to get you processed and get you boys looking oh so purdy for your fellow inmates. Officer Sanchez is going to take the chains off you. He's already had too much coffee and he’s shaking really bad. So stay still. I’d hate for his baton to accidentally impale your ass. But I’m sure some of you fairies would like that.”
There was bit of laughter and snickering when I finished speaking.
“Did I ask anyone to make a sound?”
The noise quickly died down.
“That’s better. Keep your fucking mouths shut. When I call out your name, step forward and give me the last six of your bracelet number." I looked down at my list. "Aves!”
A young blond dude hesitantly stepped forward. He'd been the quietest of the group so far. At just 20 years old, he was the youngest intake of the group. And that boyish face wasn't going to help. He looked young. And he looked scared shitless.
"245B-15." he mumbled sheepishly, barely audible.
"Speak up Aves! I can't hear you." I yelled.
"245B-15, sir!"
Better. I glanced back down at the list. "Ah, Her Majesty, Pilacio!"
"176B-15" The cocky papi chulo from San Bernadino stepped forward and spoke clearly. I knew Sanchez would be getting a kick out of this. There's been a history of bad blood between the two of them since the first time Pilacio checked in at the age of 18. He's been going in and out of this facility for 10 years now.
"Pilacio, what the fuck are you doing back here? You must like getting your ass kicked."
He gave me a shit-eating grin. Moving on. "Granger!"
Granger was about 5’8” and 160 pounds of granite. Another previous resident - he was back on a violation of his release conditions. It’s unusual to find a ‘skin’ or white supremacist like Granger in a medium security facility. They usually go straight to the Super Max facilities. As much as I detest him, I can’t help admitting how goddamn attractive I find his low-life ass.
"768E-13" he said standing arms crossed and looking away.
“Welcome back Granger,” I said. “Missed me?”
He gave no response.
"We're gonna break that attitude of yours this time, boy."
Finally, last on the list. "Thorne!"
I was looking forward to this one. The sexy black stud stepped forward and looked me directly in the eyes.
"852M-10."
Apparently, Thorne has a penchant for stealing cars. And likes the adrenaline rush of a high speed chase with California’s Finest.
“Good job,” I said. “Maybe you guys aren’t so stupid after all. Now we're gonna get a MUCH closer look at you. Time to strip 'em off boys......."
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Amalaric - June 18, 2016, 8:02 am
Damn good start!!! On to the next chapter…