Chapter 16

When the bodies of the two women were found the rumors started flying. First, it was said that when the two guards found the bodies, it was so gruesome a sight that both men ran out of the building, tossing their cookies the whole way. Then someone put out, that the bodies were so badly torn up, and scattered, that they had to inventory all the parts, before the doctor would sign off on how many bodies there actually were. Then came the rumor that the women that had been killed, hadn't just been killed, and their bodies vivisected, according to the wild talk, the women had been literally torn to pieces while they were still alive.

Then came the report officially stating that, it was believed, the two women had gone to the remote place in order to hide from the guards, after it was learned, from a mysterious contact, that the two dead women were the only suspects for the brutal assault on the young woman, still in the hospital. The report went further to state, that judging by the wounds, and grisly condition, that it was the opinion of the coroner, after consulting with the prison doctor, the women must have disturbed some large wild animal, that was nesting, or had young that made it abnormally over protective and vicious, causing it to attack and kill both women.

It was never investigated strenuously, and it was never determined what kind of animal had ripped the bodies apart, but never touched the meat. One curious side note in the report stated that, apparently, this vicious animal left no forensic evidence. At lot of people also noticed the look on Cam's face, as a sickened Maria had read the coroners description of the bodies, and the man was very thorough and exact in every detail. Maria had to stop at least four times for a sickened Cam to run to the bathroom and throw up. After that, Cam stayed away from everybody, and everybody stayed away from her, except Maria, and her beloved Melinda.

The young violinist was moved into Cheryl's old bunk, and Maria, Cam, and Malinda took her in. She was in very bad shape and it was months before the casts came off her hands, she was given physical therapy and in order to give the girl incentive to work hard at her therapy, Cam secretly got her the finest concert quality violin available. After that except for when the girl was in the gym, Cam stayed away from the girl, but was always near watching over her.

Her resemblance to Cheryl was uncanny, but she wasn't the woman Cam loved, and being in her presence was too painful for the dark woman. Maria and Melinda divided their time between Cam and the girl for a while. After Maria and Melinda both sat her down, and talked to the stoic withdrawn woman, they finally got through so that Cam realized withdrawing from everyone didn't help anyone, it only magnified her painful loneliness, and made Cam miss her little one even more. So she was soon back working out with her friends, and when a certain little blonde's name was mentioned, the only reaction from Cam was a wistful sigh of missing her, but she was getting in control of herself finally.

Cam still spent most of her time away from anyone, except Maria and Melinda, who tried to include their quiet pensive friend, but in truth it only made her feel more alone, and separated from everyone else. Maria also knew from their long talks, Cam had decided to try to do at least one thing Cheryl had asked her to try, and she was going out of her way to avoid fights, even to the point of backing down from face to face challenges.

Maria and Melinda had explained to their friends why Cam was acting that way, and to give them credit, even though the others didn't understand completely, they all tried to support her. All of them admiring her courage to go against her nature, and open herself up to ridicule from those that didn't understand the intense inner struggle that the hard, proud, woman faced every time she backed away from a confrontation.

Unfortunately, not everyone understood the danger that was there in the repressed emotions, or that the potentially deadly biker was at a constant rage level. That intense and devastating violence boiled just beneath the surface of the new, emotionless, seemingly passive, Cam. The constant migraine headaches and nearly continuous workouts were the price the normally elemental and reactionary woman had to pay in order to try to keep anything like the incident in the abandoned solitary cells from happening again.

These women thought her failure to react to her enemies' insults and challenges, and not resorting to violence to solve her problems with other inmates, was a sign of weakness, and reason enough to attempt to assault her with impunity, an understandable but potentially fatal error.



Spook was doing life without parole, simply because she had been convicted during the national moratorium on the death penalty. To put it quite simply Spook was a psychological anomaly, a female serial killer. She picked up women in bars and after drugging them, she took them to one of her "safe" places where she would spend hours or even days, torturing them to death.

When she'd been examined before her trial, the doctors all agreed that the painfully thin, dark haired woman with the watery light almost yellow brown eyes, not only knew what she was doing when she tortured and killed her victims but she did it for sexual gratification. They had found no signs of abuse, sexual or otherwise in her life nor was she a deprived child, her family was actually well off, and both her parents had doted on their daughter.

No, the only reason 'the Spook' as the other prisoners called her had spent years hunting down women and torturing them to death was because she got off on it. Consequently in keeping with the doctors recommendations and in deference to her wealthy family, the Spook, also known as Kathleen Spears, was quietly given a trial in front of a judge, and as he said regretfully at her sentencing, since there was no death penalty at the time. The Judge gave her the harshest sentence the law allowed, life without possibility of parole. It had been like sending the deadly psychotic to her own personal heaven.

Almost from the beginning, Kathleen or as she now preferred, the Spook, had hooked up with Val, a fellow lifer, and by simply letting the big strong bleach blonde burn a capital V between her breasts and every once in a while, hurt her while they had sex (all of which Spook found she liked as a change of pace). Spook and Val cut a wide swath through the prison population raping and torturing as they wished. The fact that Val wasn't too smart and the Spook with her IQ of one hundred eighty made it easy for the deceptively submissive psycho to manipulate the powerful woman, while leaving her to think everything they did was all Val's idea. The deception made their maniacal partnership work smoothly.

Then Cam had entered the picture. The minute the Spook had seen the tall incredibly beautiful woman, she knew she had to have her. The tall black haired beauty had haunted the crazy woman's fevered dreams causing her to wake up in the middle of the night, her sheets soaked with her nocturnal emissions. At first Spook had tried to overpower her fantasy woman in the showers, but at five feet eight inches and a hundred pounds, all she got was hurt and humiliated. She tried to use Val to obtain the object of her budding obsession, but all that had happened was that Val had ended up in the infirmary for weeks and came out fearing the tall dark woman even more. Deciding to wait for just the perfect opportunity to go after her obsession, the Spook and Val returned to their other pursuits, they even managed to obtain a couple of permanent slaves, which filled those nights when fresh talent was unavailable.

Then the worst happened; Spook's dream girl had wandered into the showers when she and another pair of chicken hawks were in the middle of breaking in a new woman. When the victim had begged Cam for help the powerful and highly skilled fighter stepped in and rescued the beaten woman. She also managed to break several of the two attackers' bones, and to add insult to injury Cam took the woman she'd saved to the infirmary to be treated and left the others in the showers to be discovered and publicly humiliated.

Then Cam and her meddling friends began interfering in everyone's hunting. Spook was livid she raged for hours, she didn't stop until she almost killed their latest acquisition. Val had ended up having to hide the brutalized woman for several days, until she'd healed enough to be taken to the infirmary with reasonable safety to Val's various operations. It was the last they ever saw of her. The matter was at its worst the day that Spook had maneuvered Val into surprising and attempting to take the new little blonde fish that the Spook had seen Cam eyes as the cute little blonde-haired woman got off the bus. Spook did not intend to share the long tall beautiful raven-haired obsession with anyone, let alone some little blonde piece of fluff. For some unknown reason the Spook was sure Cam actually wanted her as badly as Spook wanted Cam.

In fact, Spook had already figured out a way to kill Val as soon as they gained control of Cam so she could have her dream woman all to herself. This day they were out trolling for the little blonde-haired woman on what Val thought were her orders, after the Spook finished talking to Val about the blonde beauty, the woman was almost drooling at the prospect of having the frightened little thing. The Spook couldn't believe her luck when she heard the naive young woman asking the guard to allow her take a shower alone, in the middle of the day.

The thin scarecrow of a woman ran through the cellblock to the cell she and Val shared. She found the big bleach blonde laying on her bunk reading a comic book; she looked up at her partially winded cellmate and smiled at her.

"Hey Spook, ya' in a hurry or somethin'?" Spook flinched at the big woman's incredibly stupid questions, it galled her even more when her less than bright "friend" continued by holding out a comic book and asked, "You think Catwoman and Batgirl are secretly fuckin'?"

Spook roared out, grabbed the comic, and threw it across the cell where it landed in the toilet.

"Damn it Spook!" Val yelled rising to severely punish her cellmate. "I hadn't finished that one yet, I'm gonna have ta mess ya' up for that."

For the first time in their many years together Spook felt a twinge of fear of her cellmate, a thought entered her twisted brain.

I'll have to get rid of her soon she thought Oh well back to work

"Sorry Val but listen," Spook said quickly diverting the woman's attention, "Remember that pretty little blonde you saw Cam eyeballin' the other day, and you said you'd love to get a hold on her before Cam could interfere?"

Val shook her head trying to picture which woman the Spook was talking about. Then a very dim night-light went on in the big woman's brain. "Oooo yeah." she answered.

That set into motion the first meeting of her Cam and that little teasing tramp blonde. It still burned the Spook up to think about it, but now she was hearing about how, since her little blonde bitch had left, the black haired woman of the Spook's twisted evil erotic nightmares had lost her edge.



The fact Cam wouldn't even fight anymore, was enough to cause a celebration for Val and her cronies but to the Spook, it was as if seeing your favorite pet getting sick so that you have to, mercifully, put them down. The psychotic genius began thinking of ways to put Cam out of her obvious misery. Deep in the back of her sick demented mind the Spook was delighted to do her beloved Cam this "service" (hopefully as slowly and painfully as possible), but she was still skeptical that she would be able to take the tall capable woman by herself and she was becoming sure that Val was worse than useless against Cam.

There had been several times she was sure she had her new pet, but every time Cam had made a fool of her, usually through the incompetence of Val. The Spook decided it was time to live up to her name, and maybe even find a way to rid herself of two problems at one time. She thought for a moment to the day the blonde tramp had been released. As soon as the Spook had seen the release order on the warden's desk while she was cleaning she found an excuse to get back to D-block before they came to get Cam's little slut.

Spook figured that if she could be close when Cam heard her friend was getting out then maybe she wound turn to the Spook for comfort. A thousand scenarios ran through her mind as Spook hurried to the third tier and slid into the empty cell behind the woman of Spook's dreams and waited for the inevitable. A shiver of frustration as she watched the interaction between the two obvious lovers and as she watched Cam's actions, she knew the woman had known all about in advance.

Probably even before the warden or the guards had been told, in fact judging by how calm the tempestuous woman was, she probably knew before the prison grapevine. Frustrated Spook had resorted to words to try to hurt Cam to make her feel the deep down agony of unrequited and impossible love. That hadn't worked either so at that moment the Spook had decided that if she couldn't have her "beauty" no one else would. Hearing Cam ask the guard if she could take an early shower, and hearing the Captain telling her to go ahead and that as Captain of the guards she would inform them that Cam was going to be in her cell and will not be reporting to the head counts.

The Spook was sure that the gods were smiling down on her and that all that was needed now was to convince Val that it was her own idea to take out the tall dangerous woman while she was alone in the showers. As she headed for the cell she shared with the big bleach blonde, the Spook smiled at the irony of the situation.

Val's first mistake as always was listening to the Spook. Something in the back of her not too bright mind was telling Val, this was not a good idea, but every time she hesitated to gather her thoughts in order, there was the skinny evil eyed woman urging her on. Finally, she let the woman convince her that Cam couldn't fight back, that somehow being in love with the little blonde slut had cost the once formidable woman her edge. That she was now a broken woman, and would actually welcome death.

She knew that Spook for some reason hated Cam, and that her information about the tall dark woman being alone in the showers while true seemed strange. That in itself, the Spook told Val, was an admission on Cam's part that she wanted to die.

Elated that her chance to get her revenge on her long time nemesis had finally come, Val had the Spook and their latest pet keep a look out as the big bleach blonde slipped noiselessly into the showers, where her destiny awaited her. By the time Cam strolled into the large tiled room, she was alone, and probably in the most dangerous position she'd ever been in, since she left the streets. Oblivious to her surroundings Cam stripped down, and stepped into the warm spray, beginning her shower, oblivious to the dire situation she was putting herself. As she rinsed the last of the soap from her body, Val stepped into the room ready to take out the one woman that had, as Val saw it, ruined her life.

"Ya' know Val; you don't have to do this." Cam said without turning around, "We could just walk away and nobody gets hurt. What do ya' say?"

"Can't go there Beauty." Val hissed, her voice harsh with anger and surprise, "We coulda been good together, but you were too good for the likes of me. So ya' turned me down in front of everyone, and made me look like a fool. Now you've lost you're love and your edge, and since I can't have ya' Beauty, nobody else will either."

Val pulled a shiv from her pocket and began to warily approach the dangerous woman, watching Cam's every move. For her part, Cam stood there seemingly relaxed, and completely un-phased at being stalked by the uncontrolled sociopath.

Cam stood under the still running shower letting the warm water run down her body unnoticed as her mind went into defense mode. She automatically scanned the woman's approach and her mind catalogued her strengths and weaknesses. After a quick appraisal, Cam knew that at any time she could take out the larger clumsier woman. Then an evil feral smile crossed Cam's lips that never quite reached her hard cold ice blue eyes. In her mind, Cam had fulfilled all the prerequisites that Cheryl, Maria, and Melinda had imposed on her, now she was free to act in accordance to the laws of survival she had grown up with.

Val and Spook had made a serious miscalculation, they thought that when the little one had walked out of the tall dark woman's life that she had lost her edge, and was unwilling to fight back making her an easy target. Nothing could have been further from the truth. What Cam had lost when her beloved little emerald eyed blonde left, she lost the guiding light in her soul, sending it back into the darkest depths of despair, and all that was left was a hard cold shell, that had no room for compassion and mercy.

Her friends had convinced her to at least allow an enemy a chance to leave, and she had done that, now her conscience was clear, leaving the deadly biker free to inflict whatever damage she saw fit to hand out, and this ruthless person that decided it was time to finish the Val-problem once and for all.

On the first attack, Cam disarmed the big woman and ran her, face first, into a tile wall smashing her nose, and knocking out her two front teeth. Val stepped back glaring at the naked woman standing there casually, completely uninjured and holding Val's shiv.

"Is that the best you've got tubby?" Cam snarled laughing evilly "It's hard to believe you got all that heavy rep and you can't even hang on to this pitiful little pig sticker."

With that comment, Cam easily snapped the blade off the homemade knife, and threw the pieces at the bleeding bleach blonde.

"You're gonna pay for that bitch!" Val snarled spitting blood "I'll tear you apart with my bare hands!"

"Save it Val," Cam laughed, "you couldn't even tear paper without hurting yourself."

With a roar of overwhelming rage, Val charged at the tall muscular opponent. It was exactly what Cam had figured she would do, and she moved accordingly.

Shortly after the fight had started, Cam was walking to her third tier cell humming a little tune she'd picked up from her uncles.

A few hours later screams drew a crowd to the showers. Lying in the middle of the shower room was the brutally beaten body of Val; her neck was so badly twisted that her head was facing backwards. The official investigation found nothing, Val's death was written off as just one of those unsolved prison mysteries that never even reach the outside papers. Everyone had their own ideas about who killed the big bleach blonde chicken hawk, Goddess knows the woman had more than her share of dangerous enemies, but no one was talking.



The vicious woman wasn't exactly Miss Popularity in prison circles, only two people went to her funeral as she was laid to rest in an unmarked grave in the prison graveyard.

That day Spook swore that the tall dark blue-eyed angel of vengeance that had taken her Val away from her would pay for it. Conveniently forgetting it was Spooks idea for Val to go after the woman, but now she didn't have the woman, and she'd lost her Val too. It was something the seething psychopath wasn't going to forgive...ever.

Chapter 17

After the death of Val, things settled back to the usual routine, one day following another into a blur of tedium and redundancy, until even the guards become lax, and forget to keep a vigilant watch on some of the most dangerous, and unpredictable of their charges. Even Cam had let the memory of Val, and her closest friend the Spook, slip into the farthest reaches of her consciousness. This was what the Spook had spent nearly a year waiting for; her sharp eye and severely demented brain didn't miss the signs of her prey becoming complacent.

The extremely intelligent and devious woman had sat back, and acted as if she didn't care, that her most useful tool had been taken away. They all knew that the Spook only cared for herself, and they underestimated her capacity for unreasonable hate. And the ever constant gnawing need for revenge, that lived in the insane woman's belly, demanding the death of the woman that spurned her love, interfered in her hunting for new playmates, and as a final violation, had denied her the finest piece of equipment she'd ever had, Val.

The big sociopath had made it possible for the Spook to indulge in her less than popular sexual needs, without fear of repercussions, but when Cam had killed Val, it left the Spook open to scrutiny, and open to attack by some of the past recipients of her sexual "pleasures". Without the big vicious, sadistic, chicken hawk to protect her, no one feared the anorexic brunette. Lately she had become the target of several attacks, and her painfully thin body was covered with bumps, cuts, and bruises, from several beatings at the hands of former involuntary lovers.

However, the yellow-eyed psychotic never complained, or went to anyone for protection. She was determined to make herself invisible, help everybody to forget that the Spook could possibly be planning to kill the tall black haired, blue-eyed woman, that the Spook felt was the cause of all her troubles. For all her insanity, the woman's mental clarity was sharp, as usual, her plan worked perfectly, it was less than a year before Cam, and her friends, had forgotten the Spook as a potential threat to Cam, or anyone else for that matter.



It was the policy of CCC, that on certain evenings, prisoners that had stayed out of trouble were allowed to go to the mess hall, and see a movie. They weren't exactly first run academy award wining films, but it was a welcome break in the overwhelming monotony of prison life, and it gave the prisoners an incentive to stay out of trouble. On this particular night, the prison officials had actually allowed a PG-13 movie with some popular actors in it, so there was a much larger than normal audience for the movie. Even Cam and her friends were going, most of them usually stayed in the block, playing cards, or reading, or whatever, like Cam, they avoided the movies because of their aversion to crowds.

Cam was going to stay in her cell that night, but Melinda showed up, sent by Maria knowing when she turned on the sad eyes, even Cam wasn't immune to the giant woman, and always gave in. Cam knew she was had, but in a show of good sportsmanship, she not only agreed to go with her friends, but also to spring for the popcorn and sodas, offered at the movies by the prison commissary. All in all it promised to be a pretty good evening, they were all so intent on having an enjoyable time, that none of them noticed the thin figure of the Spook, slipping into the room, carefully weaving through the crowd, trying to get close to the six foot tall woman that even in this crowd stood out.

Cam's mind was ringing in alarm, and she was beginning to look around herself and her friends, wondering what was setting off her senses, but she failed to notice the much shorter and thin woman, getting closer to her with every heartbeat. Careful not to be seen too soon, Spook followed the group into the mess hall, and when Cam found them a place they could all sit together, Spook took a seat one row behind her target. No one noticed when the Spook reached her hand under her baggy blue denim work shirt, and pulled out a knife made from a piece of broken glass with tape, liberated from the body shop, wrapped around one end to make a handle.

She sat there through the movie, unable to move because of the crowd, staring at her enemy's broad muscular back. It was a tempting target, but Spook was insane not stupid, she knew her glass blade while razor sharp, was far too fragile to penetrate all that well developed muscle far enough to do any fatal damage before it broke off. No, Spook knew she needed a shot at some relatively soft area, like the throat or the abdomen, in order to inflict a fatal wound, and she wanted Cam dead. The psychotic sat calmly watching her prey, waiting patiently for her victim to make just the right move that would expose the vital area to her waiting talon. Spook was about to call it a lost cause, when she heard her prey tell her friend that she was going to the bathroom, and would be right back. The tall woman stood up, and began to make her way through the crowd to the aisle.

After a few seconds, Spook followed her prospective target. She followed Cam at a safe distance, and when the tall woman went into the bathroom, the thin dark woman slipped into the shadows beside the door. Cam finished her business in the rest room, and after stopping to wash her hands, she stepped out of the door without a care in the world. Out of the corner of her eye, Cam caught a quick movement, then she felt a deep burning sensation in her stomach, in an automatic move, Cam hit the figure that had moved, knocking the attacker away from her. Melinda had decided to answer the call of nature herself shortly after Cam had left. After she slowly shuffled her way through the crowd, the giant of a woman was just rounding the corner into the rest room door, when Spook came flying through the air straight into her arms.

Spook twisted in the large woman's grasp, and raked her across the face with the jagged edge of the broken off glass, that was left in her hand, the rest of the blade was broken off and in Cam's abdomen. In a flash of blinding pain, Melinda simply reacted, and slammed her assailant into the cinder block wall next to her. The last thing that Spook ever felt in this life, was the exquisite agony of her skull being crushed against the solid concrete wall, the raging psycho was dead before she hit the floor.

Holding her slashed face Melinda looked up, and saw Cam standing there with a strange look on her face, both hands were covering her abdomen, and blood was pouring through her fingers and around her hands. The two friends eyes locked, and the dark woman smiled sadly at her even bigger friend.

"I think she's done me in babe." that said the woman collapsed to the floor unconscious.

Melinda hurried to her friend, and knelt down; she could feel her own blood flowing freely down her face. Realizing they were both in serious trouble, Melinda tore off her shirt, and tried to stem the copious flow of blood, that was pouring out of Cam's stomach.

"We need some help here!" the big woman roared, "We need a doctor!"

"Oh my God, GUARDS!" someone shouted

Another woman screamed at the site of the two women bleeding on the floor in front of the rest room. Desperate to help her friend, Melinda picked up the limp body of the quiet dark woman, and began walking out into the mess hall, knowing there would be plenty of help there. When the guards saw the two blood soaked women step into the room, they immediately surrounded them, and sent for two gurneys and the doctor, who happened to still be there filing is end of the month paper work. When Maria heard the commotion at the back of the mess hall, and saw the movie being stopped and the lights coming on, she knew something big was going on.

The prison staff tried to decrease the risk that a riot might start, the movie was stopped, and everyone was ordered back to their cells, with the promise of seeing the rest of the movie the next evening. Seeing she was alone, Maria began frantically looking for her lover and her dark friend, when she heard someone say that Cam and the Giant had been hurt, the small Mexican woman began fighting her way against the flow of the crowd, determined to reach her lover's side, so she could care for her and her friend, Camilla.

Fortunately, one of the guards recognized Maria, and remembered she was also the night nurse, so he helped her make her way through the crowd of inmates, that were being herded in the opposite direction. Maria arrived at the scene at the same time as the doctor. The first thing she noticed, was that her lover was sitting next to Cam's unconscious form, without a shirt, wearing only her sports bra, and jeans, covered with blood. A quick look told the RN that Melinda's facial wounds, while bleeding heavily, were not life threatening, when the doctor popped open the big emergency equipment box, Maria reached in and grabbed two large compression bandages.

She quickly applied the thick bandages to her lover's face, and told her to keep pressure on the bandages to control the bleeding of the deep cuts, they knew for sure Melinda was going to need stitches, but it could wait until after they got her to the infirmary, and got the deep wounds cleaned up and disinfected. Once she was sure her lover was all right for now, Maria turned her attention to helping the doctor with Cam. The first thing they found was the answer to where her lover's shirt had gone. The doctor threw the blood soaked cloth away from them; Maria heard it hit the floor with a wet splat. Then both of them went to work, with gauze, sponges, and clamps, trying to temporarily, stem the steady flow of Cam's life's blood from her abdomen.

Once they got the external bleeding down to a reasonable trickle, Maria took the time to take her patients vital signs, Cam's were far from good, her breathing was rapid and shallow, her pulse was weak and thready, and her blood pressure was almost non-existent. Although the doctor really didn't want to move Cam with a piece of glass of an unknown size still in her abdomen, knowing it could cause all kinds of damage to her intestines and organs, if the patient was moved wrong, but it was also clear, that she couldn't be left on the floor of the mess hall.

He needed to get her to the operating theatre in the infirmary, so that he could open up her abdomen, and find out what kind of damage was done to his patient's internal organs. With the help of the guards, they very carefully lifted Cam's unconscious body onto a gurney, and two of the guards rolled her out of the mess hall. Before he could leave, one of the guards asked the doctor to do a quick examination of the other woman's body over by the wall. As soon as he saw the woman's body leaning against the wall with the dark red blood smear trailing down the wall behind her, the doctor knew she was quite dead.

For appearances, he went over, and checked her out. He could find no pulse, she wasn't breathing, and neither of her pupils reacted to light. Then when he put his hand on the back of her head there was no further doubt that Kathleen Spears, known by almost everyone as the Spook, was far beyond the reach of mortal man. The entire back of her skull was soft and caved in; he told the guard the woman was dead before she hit the ground.

The guard thanked him, and asked when he would be allowed to question the other two women. That was when the doctor informed him that he still wasn't sure if Cam would live to be interrogated, and if she lived, she may never regain consciousness.



On a rainy day with gun metal grey sky the body of Kathleen Spears, known to most as the Spook, was laid to rest in the prison grave yard.

At her family's request, there was no service or ceremony for the small thin woman whose demons had won at last. Ironically and through no overt plan, she was laid in an unmarked grave right next to her one time lover and "friend", Val. It was a cold and lonely place to spend eternity, but the Spook would have liked it that way.



The Doctor recruited Maria to assist him in the emergency surgery, and after several hours of searching out severed veins and arteries, and repairing damaged organs, along with several pints of blood, he was able to confidently say that Cam just might live if she was lucky. He underestimated the woman's determination to be rejoined with the other half of her soul, and a little thing like a near fatal stabbing, wasn't going to keep her that long.

She spent almost a week in a coma, once Cam was awake she, as always, healed inhumanly quickly, within a month Cam was out of the hospital, and with the exception of a large angry red scar across her abdomen, Cam was none the worse for wear.

Melinda's face was horribly scared, and she was painfully shy about letting anyone see her, she was afraid that she would be an embarrassment to Maria, if she was seen in Melinda's company. The big woman had always been self-conscious about her looks, she never understood how anyone as beautiful as Maria, would actually want to be seen with her, let alone have others know they were together. The gorgeous Mexican woman had always been upset by her lover's feelings of inadequacy, feeling that Melinda must believe her so vain and shallow, that she would give up a wonderful gentle caring and loving person, like Melinda, simply because she would never be a cover model.

There had been many heated exchanges over the years, then just when the big woman was beginning to get comfortable about her looks, and the fact that Maria loved her unconditionally, a crazy woman carves up her face. Now Melinda was even worse, she even refused to leave her cell, without a bandana over her face. This not only hurt Maria's feelings, it broke Cam's heart, knowing that her friend had received the disfiguring wounds, saving her life. One night, Cam showed up in the infirmary, and had a long talk with Maria. The next morning found Cam on the phone again, and Maria giving her lover quick sideways glances, with a mischievous loving smile on her face.

At the end of the week, Melinda was called into the infirmary, where a strange doctor asked for her permission to examine her facial scars. With Maria's encouragement, the shy giant of a woman allowed the doctor to closely inspect her face. When he was done, Melinda was sent to the warden's office. The warden asked the big disfigured woman if she was willing to participate in some experimental reconstructive surgery. The warden told her, it would help many people, and it would give her the chance to have the horrendous scars removed from her face, at no charge. The big woman readily agreed with amazing enthusiasm.

The surgery was a complete success, in more ways than one. While she was going through the series of operations, Melinda was finally convinced that Maria loved her, no matter what she looked like. Even when she was a mass of bandage-covered raw flesh, even then Melinda's beautiful Latina lover was there at her side, and when it was all over, Melinda never again questioned Maria's deep an unconditional love for her "Amada".

The thing that was known only to Cam, Maria, the warden, the doctors, and Paula Carson, was that there was no experimental surgery. Cam and Maria had gotten together, and using Cam's outside contacts they had located the best plastic surgeon that could be found, and using her nearly unlimited bank account, Cam convinced the compassionate man to repair her friends face. When the doctor learned the woman he was asked to help had received her wounds saving a life, he refunded a large portion of Cam's retainer.

He saw the big trucker as a hero, and he felt it was his duty to use his Goddess given skills, to see to it the brave and loyal woman would never again be afraid to go out in public, and fear that she would be an embarrassment to her lover.

Chapter 18

It was a long time before Cam was back to normal, but as soon as she was able, the tall dark woman went back to her daily workouts with a vengeance. Before her enforced lay off Cam's workouts had been considered, by most to be strenuous, but once the doctor and, more importantly, her friend Maria had released her to return to normal activities, she attacked the fitness program with a berserker's single-minded obsession. It wasn't long before Cam had reached, and surpassed the level she had maintained before her injuries. Soon her hard work was beginning to show, in the appearance of hard bulging, sculpted muscles. Her biceps had grown so much, she was forced to cut the sleeves out of her work shirts, and the supply center had to reissue her denim work pants, because of the increasing size of her thigh muscles. Her intense workouts had progressed to the point, that the only woman strong enough to spot her was Melinda, not that the gentle giantess minded, she enjoyed spending time working out with Cam. The pair laughed, and joked with each other in a quiet private way, that raised eyebrows, and fuelled a lot of jailhouse gossip.

If Maria hadn't been such close friends with Cam, and wasn't so secure in her relationship with Melinda, she would have been very jealous. She was by nature a fiery tempered woman, with a major jealous streak, as a few of their fellow inmates could attest. As it was though, she would only smile knowingly at the malicious rumors, and go on about her business. When she wasn't working on the free weights, Cam was either sparing with Melinda, or one of the two or three others in their little cliqué that could give her some small competition, or she was teaching classes in self defense, to some of the smaller prisoners that asked. Anything to take her mind off a certain short green-eyed golden-haired woman, she actually never expected to see again.

She had taken a special interest in the small blonde-haired woman she had found that fateful night in the music room. Taking extra time with her and helping her become more capable of taking care of herself. The three close friends looked on proudly, as the small woman over came the vicious attack, and evolved from a tiny frightened shrinking violet, into a proud independent young woman, fully able to take care of herself, and with the confidence to do so. Maria had been worried that the little blonde's hero worship of the tall dark and dangerous woman that had saved her life, would become something that she knew Cam wasn't capable of returning. Her mind was soon put to rest, when Tina (the small woman's real name) began hanging around Spike. A tall friendly young woman with purple spiked hair, and numerous piercings, who was doing a ten to fifteen year stretch for manslaughter.

The two were so opposite that Cam called them Mutt and Jeff, and it was not long before the little blonde was being transferred to a new cell. Noting the sly smirk on her tall quiet friend's face, when Tina found out she was being transferred into Spike's cell, Maria was sure the dark haired woman had something to do with the transfer. Just as she had used her influence, to get Melinda moved to Maria's cell when they first became an item. All three friends had a good laugh, when a beaming Tina showed the next morning for breakfast, with an exhausted purple haired cellmate in tow. Remembering her own experiences when she and Melinda had first moved in together, Maria gave a thumbs up to the petit blonde, who cheerfully returned it.

Later in the yard, while Tina was on the other side of the weight area practicing the latest self-defense techniques Cam had shown her, Spike swore that the little blonde was trying to kill her. Judging by the loud raucous laughter she heard after her statement, Spike knew she'd get very little sympathy from this group, especially when Cam yelled out very loudly;

"Hey bowlegs bring me over my water would ya'? If you can still walk that is."

The only thing funnier than the scowl on Spike's face, was the amazing color of red, Tina turned when she realized what the tall dark woman was talking about. After that, things pretty much settled into the usual routine, every once in a while, one of the more predatory inmates would try to take one of the new girls, and they often succeeded, but the consequences of getting caught by Cam, or one of her crew made most think twice before attempting to cause trouble in D block. The cellblock went from being the most dangerous and deadliest block, in the prison to statistically, the safest in the facility. Paula Carson had received several commendations for her work, but even she was the first to admit, that it was more the influence of Cam, and her friends, than anything she did. Now the tall enigmatic woman's sentence was up, and she was about to leave, and while Paula was happy for the woman, that she was sure didn't belong there in the first place, there was a part of her that wished the strong charismatic woman wasn't going.

As she called central control to open Cam Brusard's cell, she wondered if the woman would be able to adjust to the outside world, or even be able to find a job. A lot had changed in the last six years, and things out there were even tougher. Paula knew that many women, some even tougher than Cam, hadn't been able to handle it, and they ended up getting in trouble, and being sent right back to CCC. She sent up a silent prayer that Cam wouldn't be one of them. The guard Captain threw off those thoughts when she heard the steel cell door clanking open. Paula cautiously stepped into the dimly lit cell.

"Here's your civvies, Brusard.," the uniformed woman said as she threw the brown paper bag to the woman sitting on the now bare bunk. "Get dressed it's time for you to go."

"Anything you say Cap." the tall brunette answered.

Cam opened the sack, and pulled out the faded blue jeans and the blue work shirt, she had picked out a few days before. She noticed that the clothes had been washed, and that there was a new pair of silk bikini panties, along with a brand new black T-shirt in the bag. Cam quickly wadded up the flimsy panties and stuffed them into her jeans pocket; she hated wearing that kind of underwear having always worn boxers. But even though there was no way she'd wear them, the woman wasn't about to make Paula think she didn't appreciate what the guard had done for her, so she hid them before Paula could notice. She gave the guard a highly arched eyebrow.

"Hey, you're supposed to leave like ya' came in.," the guard said clearing her throat, and then saw the woman indicate the freshly washed jeans and shirt. "Ain't right for a body to face the outside with clothes that smell like mothballs."

"Thanks Cap." Cam said quietly so nobody else could hear "I appreciate it."

The guard nodded then turned away, to give the inmate some privacy while she got dressed. The tall, soon to be free biker cleared her throat to signal the guard that she'd finished. Paula turned around, and was taken back by the vision that greeted her. If it was possible, Cam looked even sexier now, than she did half-naked earlier. The soft denim jeans and the cotton T-shirt molded themselves to Cam's body like a second skin, revealing the blue-eyed woman's feminine curves, along with every rippling muscle on that tempting body.

Paula could feel the pull of this woman's sexuality once again. This time it was nearly irresistible, being live and close up. As her eyes raked over the magnificent body in front of her, she noticed that the woman was bare footed and remembered the boots she was still holding in her left hand. For some reason the guard captain felt paralyzed by the raw sexuality, that seemed to roll off Cam in waves.

"Ah...Cap?" Cam asked trying to regain Paula's attention "I think I'm gonna need my boots."

"Yeah...right...ah here ya' go," the embarrassed guard said setting the pair of highly polished black boots on the bunk. "There's a pair of tube socks in there too."

Taking a second Cam examined her boots, and was surprised and glad that the chrome chains were still over the instep, and around the heel of each boot. She was amazed when she checked out the left boot, and found the little brass bell was still hanging on the chain around the heel of the left boot.

"Thanks again Cap" Cam said as she pulled on the socks, Paula knew she meant for the safe return of her personal mementos of her outside life. "Nice shine on them too."

The guard smiled at Cam, and was happy she was able to turn the prisoner's attention away from herself.

"That little friend of Spikes asked to polish 'em last night." Paula informed her as she watched the biker pull the boots on and pull her pant legs down over the tops of the boots. "She said something about it was the only way ya'd let her say thanks or something like that."

Cam stood up, and stomped her feet to settle the old comfortable foot wear into place, the little brass bell ringing brightly with every move.

"Tell her I said I appreciated it will ya'?" Cam asked as she picked up a box that held some of her personal belongings that she was taking with her.

"What about the other stuff?" Paula inquired noticing a small pile of items that also belonged to the prisoner.

"Let Maria and the others go through it, and take what they want, then give the rest to whoever wants it. Anything left throw it away." Cam stated flatly, "Once I leave this place I plan on forgetting I was ever in this hole. No offence Cap. You're one of the only ones around here worth knowing."

"Thanks, none taken." Paula said, a little surprised by the rare compliment coming from the stoic prisoner. "I'll make sure they get to it first."

Cam stepped out of the cell carrying the box, and nodded to the waiting woman signaling to her escort that she was ready to leave. Paula called central to close the cell. They waited until the door slid shut with a loud clang as the lock activating, then Paula indicated for the soon-to-be ex prisoner to lead the way. As the two women descended from the third tier, a small crowd began gathering at the bottom of the steel stairs. Upon reaching the bottom floor, Cam came face to face with Maria, and the rest of her crew. Handing the box to Tina, Cam gave the small blonde a dazzling smile.

"Thanks for the shine little T." Cam told the blushing blonde "You pay attention to Spike, and my Mexican Rose, and you'll be okay."

"T-thanks Cam." the little blonde-haired woman stammered getting even redder if that was possible.

Cam turned back to the short beautiful Mexican woman, who gave Cam a fierce bone-crushing hug.

"Take care of them Maria, you and Mel watch over those two." Cam whispered, "I've made sure that all of you will be able to get whatever you need, and if there's a problem go to Cap, she's alright."

"If you say so chica" Maria answered her normally melodic voice thick and rough with pent up emotion. "I'm happy you are free of this place, but I will miss you greatly."

"I'll miss you too my beautiful Rose of Juarez." Cam said using the nickname she'd given the short beautiful Mexican woman soon after they first met. "I've left you a couple of numbers, and an address. When you, or any of the others get out, get a hold of me, for any help you might need, and when little T gets out next month, be sure to send her to me. I'll take good care of her for Spike, so she'll know how to find her when she gets out in six months."

"I will do everything you ask chica, little T will need a good friend out there to keep her away from the bad crowd that got her in here." Maria said as tears flowed from her big expressive chocolate brown eyes. "It is good that she will have you to protect her...and her Spike as well, I think. You go find your little one chica. Anyone with eyes could see she is your soulmate, mi Amiga. Find her and hold on."

Cam reached over and picked a paper bag full of private papers and highly personal things out of the box, leaving the small portable TV, the boom box, and several other luxuries the pair could never afford, for Tina and Spike, who were expected to pass them along upon their release, then turned back to her friend.

"That may be so my lovely little Rose" the tall dark woman sighed, her clear blue eyes shining with unshed tears. "But she is a free and innocent woman, and a big time lawyer, from what I have been told. She has a new life now, far removed from this place and me. I will do nothing that might jeopardize her future happiness."

"You really love her without reservations don't you chica?" Maria gasped realizing that her friend's feelings went far deeper than even she had known.

"Yeah, yeah I suppose I do," Cam said softly then she turned and walked toward the exit, her escort close behind.

Maria put an arm around Melinda's waist and another around Tina's shoulders (leaving the little blonde's waist free for her lover, Spike), and they all watched, as the tall dark mysterious woman went through the door that led to the world outside the walls, chain link fences, and razor wire. She sniffed back a tear, silently saying farewell to the best, and most honorable woman she'd ever known.



Paula led the soon to be released prisoner down the long brightly lit hallway, past several closed doors to a large steel fire door, at the far end of the hall. She opened the door and ushered Cam into a huge warehouse like building. Here the last of Cam's personal property was given to her, after being compared to the inventory taken when the tall woman had entered the institution. The clerk at the property desk then had the soon to be ex-prisoner sign the list acknowledging, the return of her few personal things, and that everything she'd had was returned. Paula led Cam to a small alcove, so that she could put the items where she wanted them. There were four silver rings, one with a large onyx, with the initials W C inlaid in silver, a silver pentagram ring, a simple silver band, with turquoise triangles inlaid around it, and one with a raven's head on it.

She put these on and then there was a silver pentagram pendant on a delicate silver chain that she pulled over her head pulled her hair out of it, and let it settle around her neck. Next, she pulled her silver motorcycle chain belt, with a hand tooled silver buckle, with an engraved picture of her Harley on it, and threaded it through the loops on her jeans, and a large wallet, with the initials W.C. burned into the leather, that she shoved into her back pocket. There was a chain attached to the wallet, with a leather loop at the other end, that she put her belt through the loop, so if it fell out of her pocket, she wouldn't loose it.

Finally, and with an air of great reverence, she pulled out her sterling silver bracelet; it was one she had worn for many years. Cutter had given it to her one year, he had gone to great lengths to explain to her that the name on it was a man who was declared MIA in Viet Nam, but had never been accounted for. It was after that she noticed that all three of her Uncles wore one just like hers, and Mountain told her, that all four, were for men either he, or Cutter had known while they were there. Cam had sworn to her surrogate father that she would not take it off, until the man was found. Because of prison regulations she had been forced to remove it, it had been one of her hardest memories of those first days, and the reason she spent her first 90 days there in the hole, and why she was in the third tier of max wing.

The guard that had tried to take the bracelet from her wrist by force, suffered a broken jaw, and Cam released it to them, only after she was unconscious. Now it returned to its rightful place, and she swore silently, it wouldn't leave her wrist again, as long as she lived. With that done, Paula led Cam to a small cubical, in it was a cheap metal desk, and seated behind it was a small woman with a sarcastic attitude. With an irritated gesture, she indicated that Cam was supposed to sit in one of the metal folding chairs. Cam sat down across from an older woman, trying to disregard the sour look on the woman's face. The woman tossed a thick manila envelope across the desk to Cam. She noticed it had her name written on it.

"These are your release papers Brusard, read and sign by the Xs," the woman said flatly for the thousand and first time in her career. "As you sign each set of papers, give them to me, so I can see that it is done properly, after I have corrected your mistakes, I will return your copy to you. When you have signed them all. Place your copies in the envelope, and take them with you, without them you will not be allowed through the gates. When you need assistance, please ask, and I will go over the papers with you."

The woman kept letting out impatient sighs, as she watched Cam read each document carefully, then sign it, with an evil smirk Cam took her time filling them out, just to aggravate the rude and impatient woman. She had to stop a few times, and have the woman explain some of the more complex legal wording, and a few times to make her explain some things, Paula was sure she already knew. But for the most part, she didn't have much trouble. Once she felt she had given the woman a hard enough time, and she'd completed all the papers to the woman's satisfaction, Cam picked up the envelope and stood up.

"Congratulations Brusard," the woman said as if reading it from a script, sarcasm dripping from her every word. "Good luck out there and keep your nose clean."

"Oh yeah thanks." Cam told her with equal enthusiasm, "I'm SO sure I will, just for you sweet cheeks."

The sarcasm caused the woman to lookup at the prisoner giving her an evil look. She was shocked, when she encountered an even more predatory look along with an evil smirk, aimed right back at her. Her second surprise was that the guard escorting the prisoner was chuckling at the entire incident. Unable to hold up under Cam's cold confident glare the woman looked down in surrender.

"Next time you'd better know who you are dealing with babe." Cam purred evilly at the now unnerved woman, "I'm not some cowed parolee that you can mess with as you want to. In fact, now that these papers are signed, I'm not even a prisoner anymore. So I doubt if your advice will ever be necessary, or welcome, so keep it for yourself."

The woman stared at the tall dark threatening woman with the ice blue eyes, as she walked away; a shiver ran through her, as if someone had just stepped on her grave. She wasn't sure why, but she was sure she really needed the stiff drink, she was promising herself at lunch. She had never felt so intimidated in her life. Once Cam had her papers, Paula led Cam to another steel fire door marked "Exit",stopped and turned to her charge holding out her hand.

"Well Brusard, this is where I leave you." the guard captain said, her voice a little more rough than normal. "It's not that I don't like you, but I'd rather not see you here again."

"I understand Cap.," Cam said and gave the woman she had come to respect one of her infamous half grins, as she pulled a card from the pocket of the work shirt. "Of all the people I've met here you are the only one of the guards I respect and trust. The rest, well, either they hate the prisoners, or they just don't care. If any of them need anything or if there is ANYTHING, I can do for you, call one of these numbers. Tell whoever answers who you are, and you'll be put in touch with me. Watch out for them for me will ya' Cap. and watch your back, remember DTA, Cap. You do good work; there are a few that don't like that."

Paula looked at the card, and her eyes grew wide as she read it.

.....................

C.T.Brusard

Chief Operations Officer

C.C.C.M. Corp.

...................

"You're...but...who..how...ah" the shocked woman stammered and sputtered unable to speak so she just got quite and let the enigmatic woman speak.

"Yeah, that's me Cap." Cam said quietly, "You should know better than to judge by appearances, I'm surprised at you Cap. If you ever decide to give this luxury job up, call me, I'm sure there is plenty an intelligent woman like you could offer our company."

Paula took a second look at the dangerous woman she thought she knew, and realized she really had no idea who Camilla Brusard was at all.

"I won't do it again I assure you." Paula mumbled, a little embarrassed by her own short sightedness.

"I know you won't Cap." Cam said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "I will miss you Paula you were always fair with all of us. Just don't be offended if I don't come visit any time soon. Take care of yourself and I told Maria to come to you with any problems, I hope that was ok."

Cam wasn't sure if she hadn't broken a trust with the guard by giving her name out to another prisoner.

"No problem." Paula answered then returned to the business at hand. "Once you go out this door follow the yellow lines to the front gate. The guard there will check your paper work then let you out. You take care of yourself out there, Hardcase."

The two women shared a quiet laugh at Cam's original nickname, and then shook hands. They both carefully avoided noticing the tears shining in both their eyes, not wanting to embarrass each other. Without another word, Cam stepped out through the door and found herself in the big parking area where they brought in the buses of new fish. A little over six years ago, Cam had entered this same gate with fifteen other prisoners.

Now she was back here alone and free of handcuffs and shackles, and leaving. Shaking the old unpleasant memories from her mind, she walked with long determined strides toward the gate following the fading yellow lines on the pavement. As she approached the gates, Cam could feel the eyes of the other inmates that were in the yard focused on her, watching as a living legend walked out of their lives. By unwritten prison tradition, neither the prisoners, nor Cam acknowledged each other's presence.

Her attention was drawn to her destination, by the appearance of a guard that stepped in front of her.

"I need to see your papers." the guard said without being rude.

She handed the man her release papers, and watched as he carefully checked them, to see if it was all in order. With a slight smile, he handed the papers back to her, and watched as she folded them, and put them in the back pocket of her tight fitting jeans.

"Good luck Brusard." the guard grumbled quietly then with a conspiratorial whisper he said, "And don't you show that pretty face around here again either or I'll be forced to paddle your behind just like I did when you were a smart ass teenager."

"Thanks Charlie, I'll do my best," She whispered back "and you take care of that new baby and the new old lady."

"Just like you take care of those three damn fool uncles of yours." He answered gruffly.

He opened the heavy steel door, and giving him a smile of gratitude, she stepped out into the world she hadn't seen in six years, four months and twelve days. Cam took a long deep breath of free air, and a euphoric feeling washed over her, as the reality of her freedom hit, her for the first time.

She began to smile, and tears of unbelievable joy fell, from her eyes, as she realized, that for the first time in six years, nobody was going to tell her, what to do next. No one was going to tell her, when to move, stop, eat, sleep, work, exercise, play, or run her life, in any way. She was free to get on with her life.

She smiled even more, as she thought of being free to rejoin her family, the family she loved, the family that was her lifeline, the family that was taken from her by that bitch, and very nearly destroyed, and the family that had survived, to destroy the bitch instead. The biker, slash corporate executive, felt a burst of pride go through her like an electric jolt, and her smile softened, as she thought of the three rough hard men, that had taken her off the streets, and had given her a stable, and loving home to grow up in.

They had never judged her, or tried to make her into anything, other than what she was. Their only thing they asked of her was to be happy in her life.

Yes, she thought happily they were worth every bit of six years, or even worth a lifetime, if I had to. Those three are worth anything; I'd have to sacrifice to have them alive and in my life.

With that thought, the finally freed tall muscular woman stepped away from the doorway, out into the bright Missouri Summer sunlight, and the life that was waiting for her to begin again. There was a sharp pain in her heart, when the thought of living that life without Cheryl.

"She's better off." Cam told herself resigned to living a dark and lonely existence. "She's probably forgot all about me, and moved on. Nobody that beautiful stays alone for long."

Thinking those depressing thoughts Cam stepped into the open, and wasn't paying attention where she was going. Before she realized she wasn't alone, a pair of huge leather covered arms wrapped around her from behind. She tried to struggle, but the arms that held her, were like two iron bands. Then a man's voice whispered evilly into her ear.

"Hey pretty lady," the rough gravelly voice said "wanna get laid by a REAL man


Continued in Part 7