Synopsis of Episode 1
A young white cat Trinkle, comes to Bea Smith's Half-Way House in search of help. The house is soon ambushed by would be kidnappers of Trinkle but are foiled by Corrective/Protective Services Officers who take Trinkle into Protective Custody.
Neil Luxmoore plants drugs in Bea's house and she and Chrissie are about to be incarcerated on IG1.
The other animals arrive at Leviticus 6, and befriend Kerryn Walker a beautiful inmate who becomes their au-pair.
Episode 2....Leviticus 6...Written by Michelle Murray
LOCATION: Leviticus 6 7:00am March 3: Felix M. was still extremely worried about Kerryn their au-pair. The white cat Trinkle, had not yet turned up, but that was the least of Felix's worries. Felix rose and climbed out of his bunk leaving the other animals asleep. He crossed the massive room in search of Kerryn and found her; still the worse for wear clutching her stomach after the intestinator episode last night. She sat in a chair opposite Lane Torren's Office desk. This is where Felix found her. He passed through the door connecting Torren's Office/Residential Unit with the Protectorate Unit. This area was bigger than the Protected Unit. In one corner of the brightly lit room were Torren's recreational equipment, consisting of a TV, Stereo System and VCR. Kerryn sat at the opposite end in an uncomfortable looking plastic chair. Felix approached her saddened.
Felix: "Hello, Kerryn"
She turned to face him, her eyes were still wet from weeping and they held an expression of damnation
Kerryn: "Good morning, Felix", she smiled reaching out to embrace him "Are the others still asleep?"
Felix: "Yep"
Kerryn: "I never thanked you and Garfield for your kindness last night. All you animals have been very kind to me" She began to cry, quiet sobs of despair. Felix's face started to crumple into his own tears
Felix: "Please...please don't cry, Kerryn. We'll cheer you up (sniffle)promise"
Kerryn: (moving forward in the chair)"Oh you are a sweetheart!"
A mischevious smile spread across the young cats features "Yeah, I know"
Kerryn began to laugh with Felix, both not noticing four men entering the area clad only in underpants and donning bondage masks. These men, all L6 guards and unfortunately, mysoginists of the worst kind watched Kerryn and the cat for a moment before approaching. One man, a tall, solidly built fellow roughly seized Kerryn by the arm and spoke to Felix tersely.
Man 1: "Get back to your room, cat!" Kerryn didn't know what was going on and froze with terror as another man stepped up in front of her and began to caress her face with a baton
Man 2: "We're gonna have fun with you, bitch!"
Kerryn struggled vainly "No, please!" she begged. Man No 2 drew back his hand and backhanded the girl with all his strength. Kerryn reeled under the impact, and little Felix was nowhere to be seen. Seconds later all four began laying into her; slapping her face, punching her stomach and mauling her breasts under her smock. A close friend of Kerryn , had once told her, that her beauty would protect her from incidents such as these. And they would have too. But because these men were women-haters it wasn't to be. These particular men saw all females as whores, and they regarded them sub-human. If anyone of them really looked at Kerryn, they'd see, not a common whore, but a beautiful, vulnerable, gentle girl, and they'd probably fall in love with her. Man No 1 flung the girl onto her back, and took out an ice-pick around 3 inches long; and as the others held her down; Kerryn realised with horror what was about to happen. She screamed as if she was damned to an eternal Hell, as the object pierced her, drawing blood; tearing her innocence to shreds. Blood gushed from between her legs, but she hardly took any notice of this as she collapsed under those who restrained her. Even her assailants, ceased their attack, unsure of what happened in those few horrifying moments. The man who violated her, stared at the blood running from her crotch, then at the bloody ice-pick and back to Kerryn
Man 2: Jesus Christ, she was a bloody virgin"
Man No 3 who was shorter and stockier piped up "You sure your mate had the right info about this one!?", he indicated Kerryn who sobbed as much from pain as from humiliation. Number 1's mate, whoever he was, must have confused Kerryn with one of the incarcerated prostitutes; or the hags who tried to sell their bodies to the guards for protection without success
Man 1: "I'll be double-checking and triple checking!", he was enraged, evidently about being given bad information and not over what they'd done to Kerryn. The only one who showed a little genuine interest after the rape, was Man No 4, again tall and lean. For an instant Kerryn wondered if this was Lane Torrens as the man knelt beside her face
Man 4: "We don't even know her name", he said this in a sombre voice. It seemed Man 4 was indeed looking at her as a person.
Man 2: "Someone's really screwed up. Suppose we'd better let Torrens know what happened so he can take care of things", his baton still in his right hand , he looked down at Kerryn "and you keep your mouth shut, otherwise I'll be back to teach you an even harder lesson than the one today! Understand, bitch!?"
Kerryn: (nodding weakly)"Y..Yes!"
Man 1: (reaching down and grabbing the front of Kerryn's smock so that their faces were inches apart "Yes, what??!"
Kerryn: "Yes..Yes sir!" The first man, obviously the leader and the one who received the incorrect information didn't release Kerryn immediately "I'm glad we've got that sorted out!" He then pushed her on her back. Turning to Man 4 he ordered him to report the incident to Lane Torrems; Man 4 did so and the others walked out of the room leaving Kerryn on the floor.
LOCATION: LUXMOORE HOUSE: Taryn Carlton and Neil Luxmoore sat at the breakfast table. They had made love last night and it had been the best night of Taryn's life. Neil had been gentle and passionate. Their lovemaking had been suddenly interrupted by a loud cry and the pair rushed to the window to find none other than Trinkle holding on precariously to the windowsill after having fallen from a tree. Neil got the surprise of his life. He wondered how on earth this small white bundle of mischief escaped from Hardy and Stark. Taryn was just as surprised and delighted. Now at 7:45am they sat together in each other's arms. Trinkle, still asleep tired out from the previous night.
Neil: "You know he has to go back, don't you?"
Taryn: "Yes, I know. Neil...I wanted to take Trinkle to Southpoint today" Southpoint Shopping Complex was the second largest in the Southern Hemisphere, the first being Erina Fair in Erina NSW. Like any other young woman, Taryn loved shopping and visited Southpoint as often as possible. She would wonder among the shops for hours, fantasising about what she would love to purchase, if only she was rich. She was now reasonably wealthy in her own right. She had received compensation from the Courts due to her wrongful sentence; the judge had been sacked. However Neil had been giving her a generous allowance as well; Taryn had protested but Neil insisted on it, so Taryn accepted as not to hurt his feelings. Now Trinkle was an added problem, mostly for Taryn who wanted so much to adopt him. She realised this was not the best for dear little Trinkle, who needed to be with cats like himself, but to spend one last day with him..
Neil: "Oh, baby"
Taryn: (grasping Luxmoore's wrists)"Please, Neil, just one day?"
He smiled at her, nodding "OK, OK. I think Trinkle'd enjoy it, but" he shook his index finger sternly at her"I'll be taking him across to Leviticus or one of the IG's tonight, so no plans between that cat and you OK?"
Taryn laughed "OK, I promise. But I have to get Trinkle to promise"
Neil: "Don't you worry about that. I'll slip a beeper into your bag so I know where you and Trinkle are" She nodded again and kissed him on the lips.
Around 1 and a half hours later, Neil had deposited Taryn and Trinkle outside the front doors of Southpoint. They even planned to go swimming this warm day. They had arranged to meet Neil at 4:00pm, so that gave them the whole day to spend with each other. Sheila Brady was to make a mid-day appearance at the mall and Trinkle did not want to miss that. Sheila herself had been incarcerated in Wentworth Detention Centre many years ago and now was a huge rock star; but Trinkle and Taryn had no knowledge of this; nor would they have cared if they had. Little Trinkle was awed by the place the moment he and Taryn walked in. The lights dazzled him and he had never seen so many shops and so many people
Taryn: "So, where you you wanna go first. hon?"
Trinkle looked around his surroundings. Ahead a row full of designer boutiques were directly in front of him; he decided by pointing to a large department store off to their left "There", he pointed. Taryn faced the direction in which the cat pointed which was Myers. Taryn assented and they both strolled toward the store, oblivious to the stares of other shoppers. What a strange sight they must appear, a woman and a child-size preternatural born animal. Several elderly ladies smiled at them as they passed; Trinkle and Taryn waved back. They entered Myer and they both browsed casually through the merchandise. Taryn had a credit card, and today it would be put to very frequent use. Trinkle gazed in wonder at wonder around the shop. The floor was brown dotted with diamond specks and the lighting was a spectacular beige colour. The cat gasped at the sheer beauty of it and at the mall outside, decked in all colours of the rainbow. He felt as if he were in Heaven in a wonderful place full of treasures unknown, and his companion, a kind and beautiful girl. For the next two hours they strolled around the complex; Trinkle played some games in the amusement and contentedly stood beside Taryn as she browsed through different shops. It was the happiest day of his life.
LOCATION: IG1 Bea Smith aka Queen Bea had arrived at Lane Hunter's Island Prison and begun already causing him a headache - literally. She stood in front of his desk and both were clearly irritated with one another and today, the view didn't ease their minds as it normally would have done. Neil Luxmoore stood beside Bea, a stun baton in his hand. He had already beaten Bea moments after she stepped, regally from the catamaran. Lane Hunter knew perfectly well about the beating.
Bea: "I'll only be staying for a very short while, so you screws better not cross me!", that remark earnt her another jab in the side by Luxmoore
Lane: "I'm not in any mood for your bull-shit, Smith, so I'll tell you what I'm gonna do", he paused for a moment and seeing Bea wasn't going to backchat him he continued "as you know, The Department arranges legal assistance to every remand prisoner. Be assured that if you are innocent you'll be out of here faster than a rat up a drainpipe. Get me??!"
Bea relented, rather from exhaustion and fear of Luxmoore's baton than any agreement with Lane Hunter. Shortly after Bea's meeting with Hunter, she was brought out into the outdoor recreation area. Sandy edwards lazed on one of the bean-bags and was surprised to see Bea; although she was pleased
Sandy: "Long time no see. What are you doin' back here?"
Bea plumped down beside Sandy on a vacant bean-bag and both women took in the view "One reason - bloody Neil Luxmoore!" Sandy regarded Bea for a moment, nodded and turned t face the water. All in all, things weren't so bad under Hunter. He wasn't Erica Davidson, that was for certain. He allowed certain priveliges that weren't conventional, such as small time gambling. There were even young female prisoners that slept with him on a regular basis; but they were willing. Aside from problems with Luxmoore they were treated decently. Sandy filled her in on this. Bea was none too pleased
Sandy: "...still I wouldn't knock Lane back if he wanted me. We got a few crackpot moralists in here that are tryin' to stop it though"
Bea: "What does he give in return?"
Sandy hoped this question would never come. She sighed then replied "Soft drugs. A bit of grass, coke, happy pills, all that shit" Sandy knew Bea was enraged "Things are pretty peaceful here, Bea" An argument flared up from above them between Jean an older woman whom Sandy had referred to as a 'morals crackpot' Jean was arguing with one of "Hunter's Harem" Sarah
Sarah: "Sandy, can you get Jean off my case pleeeeaase!!!?"
Jean a plump woman in her late forties, incarcerated for fine defaulting was raving and berating the younger dark haired girl for her immoral ways. Sandy yawned, stretched and rose to try and maintain the peace. Bea reflected on the occurances of the past 24 hours; from Taryn moving out (that girl really needed some guidance in relation to her taste in men) and Bea being framed in the drugs bust. Well, Neil Luxmoore had run out of luck, be thought and things weren't going to be too 'peaceful' for him.
SOUTHPOINT: It was nearing midday, the time when Sheila's appearance was due to start. Taryn and Trinkle were dining in the food court. Joining them was Lori Wilkinson and Lexie Patterson. Trinkle, however, was gobbling down the hamburger Taryn bought him in anticipation of Sheila's concert. Lexie looked on gob-smacked
Lexie: "Jeez, that's bigger than you. You sure you aint gonna dislocate your jaw trying to cram that down!"
Taryn: "Take it easy, Trinkle. You're not going to miss Sheila", she pointed toward the stage from their position two teirs above, they had a prime view "see, she hasn't arrived yet" Lexie Patterson hadn't changed all that much; perhaps she looked a litle older at 33 years and she now had responsibility of a son. By and by, Lexie was still basically the same person she had been in Wentworth 13 years ago. Lexie smiled inwardly, she also remembered Sheila - and those bloody awful songs she used to write. Trinkle turned his attention to the medium darked haired lady who was dressed in a flowery sarong and roman scandals that looked as if they hurt her. He really liked her; but Taryn would have a special place in his heart. Trinkle became depressed at the thought of the end of today when he would say good-bye to Taryn, Lori and Lexie. All alongside the seat, lay Taryn's and Trinkle's purchases. Taryn shuddered to think of the credit card payments that were forthcoming. For the time being, this was Trinkle's special day. Lexie and Lori were equally enchanted with the young white kitten and they took turns petting him. Down below them, a large crowd of people surrounded the stage where Sheila was to appear. Trinkle rose and half knelt on his chair to get a better view, clearly excited. His tail swished behind him. More than a few wandered over to their table, curious about the white cat. So Trinkle was a celebrity too in some respects. From their vantage point, the women and Trinkle saw movement on the stage and Sheila came on. Trinkle squealed with delight. Sheila's red top glittered and her black skin tight pants suited her well and those boots!
Trinkle: (leaping down from his seat and hurriedly collecting the food trays)"C'mon, Taryn!, I wanna see Sheila!"
Lexie: (gently holding Trinkle's tail)"Hold on a sec, Flash Gordon", Trinkle however was too excited and darted off from Lexie's hold and trotted through the lunchtime crowd. Taryn panicked when she sighted the cat scurrying toward the escalator. Lori aided her friend by chasing the excited animal and catching up to him. Taryn and Lexie, laden with all the purchases hurried behind him; Taryn just furious that Trinkle would be so inconsiderate as to leave her lugging all the stuff. But she didn't stay angry for long; not when she saw the rapturous expression on his face as he and a thousand other people watched and enjoyed Sheila's performance.
LEVITICUS 6: 12:30pm The Protectorates were in the midst of their lunch, consisting of smoked fish, potatoes and vegetables. Kerryn Walker and Glynis Ladd, a tall negro woman who also shared Kerryn's au-pair job; talked in hushed tones while walking the stairs between floors inside the massive complex. Inmates did not take elevators; they had learnt that very early on in the peace. Only Prison Guards and Chief Officers were permitted to ride the elevators. Each woman held a large pneumatic bulb in her arms. These bulbs were used as a recreational/comfort device and came in many colours. Blue, green, gray, black, purple etc etc and all had long tubes attatched to them. The bulbs Kerryn and Glynis cradled had been utilised by the animals whilist in the swimming pool where they had been electronically activated to provide interactive entertainment to the animals. Just before lunch, Kerryn was required to de-activate the objects. Now as they walked along, Kerryn tearfully recollected the mornings ordeal at the hands of those four guards. Kerryn suddenly halted, collapsing into her friends arms. She felt a wetness seeping down her legs that she knew was blood. The two bulbs CB4 (black) and CB2 (purple) were hastily placed on the ground and lay, as if strange witnesses to Kerryn's agony. Kerryn gripped the stair-rail as another figure loomed above them in the dimly lit staircase. The descending figure turned out to be Lane Torrens. Torrens face betrayed nothing, though underneath a gamult of emotions churned inside him. He suspected that he didn't hate Kerryn as much as he first believed. He didn't hate her at all. Torrens approached Glyn who held the collapsed Kerryn in her arms
Glyn: "Kerryn's feeling poorly, Mr. Torrens"
Torrens: (gently taking Kerryn from Glynis's arms)"Pick up those bulbs and store them. After you've done that see to the animals for the rest of the day. We're getting a new arrival; a white cat by the name of Trinkle. See he's processed, Ladd!" the order was given and Glynis hurried off, wishing very much to stay with her friend, but still smart enough to obey Torrens's order. Torrens watched Glynis leave, Kerryn secure in his arms, but semi-conscious. He looked down at her when she started slowly coming to. Kerryn's eyes opened, but they hardly registered Torrens presence. Her arms went around his shoulders and he aided her to his quarters.
Inside Lane Torrens quarters, where Kerryn had been so many times it was comfortable. It afforded relief from the stfling humidity that was unusually high for March. She barely paid attention to him as he removed her regulation garment after easing her on the bed. Torren's continued to caress and fondle her now naked body as he uttered endearments at the same time. Kerryn's protests were weak and half-hearted. In a daze she gazed at his gloved hands moved up and down, and upon reaching her breasts fondled them. Kerryn sat bolt upright when his arms released her and he moved to another position on the king-sized bed to face her.
Torrens: "You're a very beautiful girl, Walker", his voice was silky. His hands went again to her breasts "I seem to have forgotten your first name"
Despite herself Kerryn arched her body closer to him "It's Kerryn"
Torrens: (laughs) "Now I remember" Torrens eyes burned with desire as he pulled her into his arms crushing her against him "I'm sorry to hear about what happened this morning, Kerryn. Really. Tell me something"
Kerryn: "What?"
Torrens: "Do you enjoy your job?"
Kerryn: "Yes, sir" Kerryn nodded her head vigourously and gazed into Torrens face sincerely "I love the animals. I never dreamed that I'd be nanny to those wonderful cats and dogs"
Lane Torrens smiled at this, but it wasn't a smile Kerryn took kindly too. Lane was handsome, no doubt about that; but that horrible leer made him ugly. His next words made Kerryn feel as if a bucketful of ice-cold water had been thrown over her
Torrens: "I need a nanny too!", in the same baby voice "Will you be my nanny too, Kerryn?" It didn't take Kerryn long to decide her future. Either stay at L6 with the animals and be subjected to Torrens sex-games, which, she admitted to herself, weren't all that revolting; or into the Hellish Desert to die an agonising death of starvation and dehydration.
Kerryn: "I'll be your nanny too, Mr. Torrens!" With a cry of pleasure she threw her head skyward as Torrens kisses began once more from her throat downwards. A voice inside her head kept nagging at her, telling her she shouldn't be feeling pleasure. It appeared that she and Lane Torrens were attracted to each other. It was to be a dangerous attraction for them both
SOUTHPOINT SWIMMING CENTRE 2:00pm: After a most enjoyable morning at Southpoint Shopping Centre. Taryn took Trinkle to the Swimming Complex. They entered the complex and had a choice of three pools; the heated 25 metre, the wave pool, and the 50 metre olympic pool. Ahead were paths, with signs atop directing the patrons to the respective pools. Taryn contacted Luxmoore as soon as they left the Shopping complex and informed him they would be spending the afternoon at the pool. Neil still insisted on pick-up at 4:00pm despite Taryn pleading for at least half an hour longer.
Taryn: "Which one do you wanna go to, Trinkle?"
Trinkle: (with a wide smile on his cute face)"The Wave Pool!"
Taryn laughed happily. Picking him up and carrying him she moved down the centre path that led them to the Wave Pool. It was absolutely teeming with swimmers. The weather bringing people out in droves. Taryn and the cat gazed around their surroundings. Every pool had masses of people in them.. The Wave Pool was something, neither Taryn or Trinkle expereinced in their entire lives. The latest Top 40/Dance music blared from Stereo Speakers as the Waves, coming every 10 minutes; the cycle lasting 15 minutes swept the teeming masses along the pool, sometimes dunking them due to being as much as 3 metres high. With a cry of glee, Trinkle leaped from Taryn's arms into the pool executing a perfect dive. Taryn slid in a second later, surprised at the waters tepid temperature. The cat was lost in the throng, but Taryn soon caught sight of him as he floated with ease appearing to glide as he kicked his legs gently. The young cat glided toward Taryn, and when he was within her reach, she stopped him, smiled downnat him and said "Gotcha!!" The wave cycle had ceased. Another was due in 10 minutes. Taryn and Trinkle swam with each other to amuse themselves between wave cycles. Taryn held the child-cat in her arms and they gazed lovingly into each others blue eyes
Trinkle: "I'm going to miss you, Taryn. You're my best friend"
Taryn smothered his face with ardent kisses "..and I (kiss) am (another kiss) going to miss you like craaazzy! You'll make other friends though"
Trinkle: "Who?"
Taryn: "The other cats of course. Neil tells me there are about eight other cats and four dogs just like you"
Trinkle: "You mean they talk"
Taryn: (nodding her head) "Yes" Trinkle frowned and his mouth curled up. He began to cry. His tears mingling with the water dripping down his face
Trinkle: (sobbing) "Why doesn't Neil like me?"
Taryn: (embracing him tightly)"Oh, honey, honey, Neil does like you very much. You have to go into protection because of those men that are after you and the other cats and dogs. There are people who are able to take good care of you in Leviticus 6. I wish you could stay with Neil and me for ever and ever and ever, but sometimes things don't work out the way we want them to. Life's unfair sometimes" Taryn released him when he had calmed down "Tell you what. Lets have some serious fuuunn!" Trinkle rewarded her with a smile and with a spark in his eyes splashed Taryn. The two were soon lost in an ecstasy of pleasure as they splashed each other. The cries of delight became louder when the wave cycle started up.
OUTSKIRTS OF CITY: Five to a dozen SkyFighters stood in a line in a massive Military Complex awaiting boarding. The machines of destruction didn't wait long as tall men in Military Uniforms and capes raced toward their aircraft. These men were highly disciplined, as was demonstrated in their spped in boarding the aircraft. Ten minutes later the dozen SkyFighters were airborne heading toward their target - Melbourne City. The Terminators had one goal - destruction of the city and enslavement of it's citizens.
TO BE CONTINUED...............
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