Story: Locked Up (all chapters)

Chapter II: My first day                         

  I sigh quietly as I stand up. I stretch and yawn quietly. I close my eyes and think to the day three months ago when the cops first showed up at my door, accusing me of taking part in the murder of Ray Garson, I’ll never forget it ever. I shake my head to avoid going back and reliving these past three months.                       

   I groan softly as I open my eyes, the light of the sun hurts my eyes. Mag points to toilet. “Go if you gotta.”  She says and I nod. “I’m good.” Mag sighs. “Just go.” I shake my head no. She sighs and the monotone expression she wore before turns to one of frustration. “Why don’t you ever listen?” She asks.  “Because I’m extremely pigheaded.” I say with proudly as a smile finds it way to my face. Mag shakes her head. “We’re not coming back here ‘till five O’clock, and I don’t care if you shit yourself.” She says and I stare at her to see if she’s bluffing, I don’t think she is, so I do the smart thing and drop my pants, I couldn’t care less if she’s watching. I quickly relieve myself and then stand up to wash my hands after I flush. “Trying to set a record Rizzy?” Mag asks as she settles herself onto the toilet. I smile a little. “Yeah, just a little.” I reply, hoping to confuse her.  “Not into putting a lot of effort into things are you?” Damn she figured it out! “No, not really.” I reply and collapse onto my bed, closing my eyes. “Tell me when we move out.” I say.                        

About ten minutes pass before I hear footsteps and the jangling of keys as a guard approaches, after stopping four times the guard comes to our door and unlocks it. “Rizzy, time to go.” I sigh and roll off the bed landing on my feet and walking to the door, waiting on Mag to lead me.                        

Mag leads me out of the cell, down the stairs and to the wall opposite of our cell. She pushes through a set of double doors into a hallway that has two doors and an open door way. She points to the door on the right. “That’s the laundry room and this,” She points to the door on the left, “is the shower room.” I nod and follow her to the doorway into a cafeteria. The cafeteria is room with a seven rows of tables in each row is thirty tables, each circular in shape, with eight chairs at each table, with a guard at every table. I follow Mag to the end of the food line where she starts to scan the room, after a minute she seems to find what she’s looking for.                        

 A few minutes later I’m sitting at a table with six women I do not know, well other than their names and what I think of them. Let me tell you about them.                       

 To my left sits Mag, to her left sits Blaze, who has her hair dyed and styled to look like fire, she has no boobs or extra body fat at all, and she has these piercing orange eyes. She’s a clown she tells stupid jokes and grabs all the attention. Next to Blaze is Kami, who I hate with a passion; she’s fat and loud, annoying as all hell. Next to her is Jaya, she’s quiet and is kind of okay, she has pale skin and very small boobs. Two seats to Jaya’s left is Namine she’s four feet five inches tall and so small, she weighs less than one hundred pounds, she doesn’t talk at all, she has gray eyes and brown hair. I wonder how she got in here. Hazel is next to Namine, she is black with green eyes; she’s average sized in the boob department she keeps her head down and is very quiet. Last is Amber she’s basically the photo negative of Hazel. I eat quickly and let Mag, Blaze, Jaya, and Kami talk to one another, not really listening to them.                        

Twenty minutes later Jaya takes our dishes to the dish rack and the girls form a line, the guard pats down Mag, Jaya and me with out incident, but he slaps Hazel’s ass and then Blaze grinds her crotch against his hand, the rest go smoothly though.

 After that Mag and I head to the back to the cell to get some body wash, when we get in the door, I see that there is a small box on my bed as Mag opens the box at the bottom of her bed, I open the new one to find  “Cujo”, “It”, and “Tommy knockers” all by Stephen King in it, along with three ring bound notebooks and a box of envelops, I quickly put that stuff on the shelf above my bed. As I finish Mag closes her box and grabs my hand and leads me from the cell I wordlessly follow brushing my blonde hair out of my eyes.                          

Mag and I strip and put our clothing in the laundry basket in the shower room, we walk to one of the showerheads and Mag adjusts the water temperature, after she decides that it is the right temperature, she steps under the spray long enough to get wet then she steps out and hands me the shower gel, it’s Axe Touch. I squirt it on the washrag and slowly begin to wash her down it takes a while, but I’m sure to get all the dirt and scrub hard. After I’ve washed everything except her hair, I push her under the stream of water, making sure it gets all the soap off.                        

I step under the spray as Mag prepares the rag, as I step out of the spray; I feel the soft caress of the rag against my skin. It slowly runs along my body cleaning it and leaving a trail of suds as it goes. I whimper softly when Mag finishes with my body, she then starts to clean my hair, I sigh happily as she slowly massages my scalp and scratches all the right spots. She puts me under the water and makes sure to get all the soap out. I do the same for Mag as I wash her hair. As I finish Mag leans in and kisses me gently at first but soon growing more rough, I know I should pull away from her lips, but I can’t I seem stuck to them. Mag pushes me against a wall and holds me there, her hand traveling around my waist while the other moves to my breasts, surrounding my left nipple with two fingers and lightly pinching it, it hardens instantly. I let out a soft whimper of need. “Please…” I start to kiss Mag’s neck blindly. She switches to the other nipple and treats it the same way; she kisses my neck and nibbles on my ear lobe. She starts to stroke down my quivering abdomen, teasing me until she reaches my wet slit. Which she begins to lightly stroke with a finger, before pushing two fingers inside me, slowly pumping them I gasp slightly in pleasure, I’ve never been this aroused before I never thought that I could get this turned on by a woman. I lean against the wall now, mewling in pleasure as Mag begins to pound me with her fingers. I let out a long, loud moan as I cum; Mag removes her hand and licks it clean, she picks up the rag and cleans me up. “Rizzy is quick.” She says teasingly.

I sigh and follow her to the laundry room, where we both change into new pants and a wife beater, wearing the jumpsuit top as an over shirt. For the next few hours Mag shows me around the library before taking me to the TV room, and then to the reward room. Afterward we have lunch with the crew from breakfast, but after lunch we all go to the TV room, we end up watching music videos on MTV though. After an hour Blaze and Mag start to play catch with an apple, we then turn it into a game of silent ball, I win and then we goof off and before I know it it’s dinner time, dinner is the same as lunch. Mag and me head up to our cell and I pretty much collapse on my bed, thinking about the shower and how I reacted to Mag’s advances, I can’t stop thinking about it. I have some morbid fascination with it; I keep replaying it in my head. ‘Why did I like it? I’m not a dyke or anything like that, am I?’  I sigh, I try to go to sleep but I can’t my body is craving Mag’s touch. I stay awake hoping Mag will come to me I do my best to pretend to be asleep, and eventually Mag comes lays next to me, using my chest as a pillow. I drop into a heavy sleep at about ten O’clock P.M.

Chapter III: The Mourning After

            “Mag wake up, Mag you fat ass get up! I need to pee!” I say my voice rising in volume with every word, to the point that my throat hurt.  Oh and I forgot to mention that my mouth is less than an inch away from her ear.

            Mag’s head shot up fast, her hand squeezing hard on my boob. “Son of a bitch!” We yell at the same time. Mag was covering her ear, while I was almost screaming. “What was that, I think you broke my boob.” I started to rub it a little. Mag was yelling right back. “You almost broke my eardrum.” By this point we were on opposite sides of the bed glaring at each other.           

After about five minutes of silent glaring, my bowls decide that I have to go to the bathroom, so I stand up and go to the toilet, I relieve myself before going back to the bed. Flopping down on it lazily, curling into the corner. I close my eyes, just lying there. Ten minutes later, I know this because I was keeping count; Mag gets up and moves to the toilet.  I hear the toilet flush and a few soft footsteps, going to her bed. I hear the springs of a mattress groaning as someone sits on it. I wait a few minutes before I uncurl myself and lay out on the bed, scooping one of Mag’s porn magazines off the floor. It’s a Hustler.  I page through it, stopping at all the good pictures. After I’ve paged through it, I decide to stop at a picture and memorize its details.            

At some point Mag crosses the room and starts to look over my shoulder. The one I’m looking at has a blonde girl with a black guy pushing into her from behind, another guy fucking her mouth, while another girl licked her nipples.            

“Are you a lesbian or something?” Mag’s voice breaks my silent reverie and I jump a little. “No.” I blurt without thinking. “Then why are you looking a Hustler?” She asks. “Because Hustler has both men and women.”  I reply, not looking at her. Mag sits down next to me and flips ahead showing me the highlights of this issue. “Dude!”  I gasp as she flips to a picture of a guy pushing himself into a red heads ass while another chick squatted over her face, as another chick was sucking the red heads nipples and fingering her. Mag smiles and walks to the foot of her bed, she pulls a roll of duct tape from the mystery box; she rips the picture out of the magazine and tapes it up on the wall.
            I put the Hustler down and stare up at the ceiling, debating whether or not to ask one of the questions that have been haunting me for the past few hours. After ten minutes of silent debate, I finally open my mouth.            

“Mag?”            

 “Yeah.” Mag’s voice comes from the direction of her bed; I still have my eyes on the ceiling.           

“How did Namine get in here?”  Mag is silent for a little, thinking.           

 “She killed three people in a burglary gone wrong.” She says with a sigh. “She was different then meaner, tougher, loud, arrogant, a real butch.” She pauses to gather her thoughts. “Blaze broke her, beat her down, showed her she was nothing.” I turn on my side to face Mag. “How did she do it?” I ask.“She raped her every night, beat her in the mourning, and she made her beg for food and stuff.” Mag says rather quickly as though this is a subject she doesn’t enjoy talking about.  I nod. “So do you all do that to people?” I ask. Mag shook her head. “Just Blaze. I’m a slow mover, I’m soft and gentle, I don’t lead, I guide.” She said. “I prefer to show them a good time, and go from there.”  I can’t help but ask. “How do you decide, who teaches who?” Mag grins a little. “You teach your cellmate.” She said.  “You’re a good girl, Rizzy.” I can’t help but grin back at her.

 Mag stands up and grabs a brush off the floor; she comes over and sits behind me, and starts to brush the knots out of my long blonde tresses. She finishes a half an hour later, when my hair is straight and silky; it touches my shoulder blades now. She puts the brush down when she has brushed out her hair.  

My cellmate pulls my back against her and I ask. “Mag, why did you do me in the shower?” I ask. “I had to test you, Rizzy, you did good though.” I am suddenly stricken by sleepiness. “I didn’t to anything, it was all you.” I yawn. The woman slips her hand up my shirt and then the other down my pants. I’m too tired to be jumpy so I just close my eyes. “Just relax and enjoy baby.” A raspy voice says and my nipple and clit are twisted, rolled, and pinched, until two fingers enter me and start to pump me hard. I’m left helpless as a white-hot orgasm scorches my thoughts away.  “I got you Rizzy.” I hear a familiar voice say as I suck in a breath and lie still in the arms of the person who put me in this state.   

Chapter IV: The Truth

I suck in a hard breath as my orgasm fades, leaving me spent and helpless in Mag’s arms. After I regain my breath and the after glow fades, I sit up and lean against the wall that my bed is pushed against.After a minute or so of serious debating, I ask. “Tell me something?”

“What do you want to know?” She asks. “How’d you get in here?” Mag sighs. “Why do you want to know?” I close my eyes. “Just forget it.” I grumble, annoyed with Mag for a reason I don’t understand.

But Mag doesn’t forget it; instead she presses me to answer, for five minutes until I finally come up with an answer. “I’m curious.” It sounds feeble to me but it’s all I can think of at the moment. My cellmate sighs once again and I open my eyes. “Tell me how you got in here then.” She says as she moves to sit next to me. I lean my head back and look up at the ceiling, thinking for a second before I begin.

“I guess you could say I was framed, I don’t know what happened the night that I supposedly killed a guy. It all started when me and my boyfriend Craig were sitting up on some mountain near the town we live in, in his pickup he’s got a camper’s shell on it, he had a futon mattress laying in there, with some blankets and stuff.” I pause, trying to remember what happened. “It was my birthday party, we had some whiskey and rum, other stuff like that and a cake. I was turning twenty-eight, anyway we were drinking and watching the stars, outside the truck, then we had some of the cake, which turned into a make out session, which lead to some fun on the futon.” At this point Mag chuckles a little. “So was Craig good that night?” She asks with a grin splitting her face.

“Considering that he was half drunk, I’d say he was good as usual, though he tried to ass fuck me and called me Ray.” I don’t know why but that part always stuck out in my mind. Mag just rolls her eyes and waves her hand to tell me to continue.

“I passed out and that’s all I remember, other than waking up in the middle of the night, the truck was moving, and I fell back asleep and woke up in the mourning, in my bedroom, I got dressed and went to work.” I lean against the wall more. “It’s not much I know, which is probably half the reason I wasn’t acquitted.” The red head, scratches behind my ear. “That still doesn’t explain how you got in here.” I nod. “I was charged as an accessory to murder, or an accomplice. I think it was the ladder though.” She nods. “Your turn.” I say.

Mag sighs. “I was charged with rape and molestation of a minor, breaking and entering, one count of murder in the first degree, and kidnapping, earned two life sentences.” As she says this, her voice is even, not changing at all, a forced and light tone holding the words together.

I nod dumbly, not repulsed by anything she had done, just surprised. “Who did you do that stuff to?” I ask, letting my curiosity run. Mag just shakes her head. “Another time Rizzy, another time.” I nod again.

We sit side to side in silence, the only sound coming from us is our breathing, I don’t know how long we sit there, not talking but using body language to communicate, but after some unmeasured but seemingly long time, I hear someone mounting the stairs and cell doors being unlocked, the light chatter of the breakfast crowd filling the void that I didn’t know existed until now.

After awhile, our door is unlocked and two guards step into our cell just as Mag and I stand up. One of them is toe headed, he’s pretty much your classic jock, a big muscle with a stupid grin on his face, and the other is tall with less muscle and sandy hair. I step forward as the second one begins to speak in a friendly voice. “ Riza Alister you’ve got a visitor.” I glance at Mag, she’s staring down the bigger of the guards, but she feels my questioning gaze. “Go ahead, I’ll be in the cafeteria with the gang, or maybe the shower.” I nod and head toward the guards, letting them lead me to the visitation room.

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After I quick search of my person and a few other things that I’d rather not talk about, I’m sitting, in a small room, at a metal table that’s bolted to the floor, with my left wrist cuffed to said table, the chain is long enough for me to stand up though, across from me sits my best friend, Lindsey. Lindsey is a tall Egyptian looking woman with dark hair and tanned skin and her eyes are chocolate brown. At the moment my best friend is staring at me like I’m a stranger. I grin a little. “Hey Linds, what’s with the stare?” I ask.

She manages to shake herself out of her stupor after a couple seconds. “You look rough, babe, bruised and such.” She says, I look over my self. The bruises from my beating two days ago are turning green and I’ve got a few scratches from diving to catch the apple when we were throwing it around last night. “Yeah, you know me, I just can’t keep myself out of trouble.” We both grin. “Hey I just came from a visit with Craig, he says that its your fault he killed Ray, he mumbled something about sex and cheating and then just shut down, wouldn’t talk anymore.” My good mood darkens.

“Tell him to go fuck himself next time you see him and tell him that when his cellmate ass rapes him, its his punishment for adding blame to the innocent. Oh and tell him, that I know the reason he killed Ray wasn’t me, it was the fact that Ray was going to leave him the night he killed him, he was going to leave him because he wanted all of Craig’s attention or none of it, he didn’t want to be a closet fuck.” I say putting emphases on every word. “Say it exactly like that.” I say as my good mood returns.

Lindsey nods, a questioning look on her face, I don’t feel like explaining so I just let her mull that over for a while. “Riz, what’s going on here, you can tell me I know you need to talk about something.” And just like that I told her everything that had happened here, the last two days replayed like a tape, she didn’t stop me once, just let me ramble on and rant, taking it all in. When I finished, I found that it felt wonder full to get all of that off of my chest, to get it out there for someone to hear. Lindsey just sat there her expression blank. “Riz that’s just wow.” She says and then offers her me her right hand, I grasp it readily with my own. “I’d bail you out, but I don’t have the money, Kendal’s love of shopping doesn’t help ether.”

Kendal is Lindsey’s fiancé; they plan to go to California to get married in a year or two, as soon as Kendal’s mom dies, she’s homophobic so her daughter marring another woman would not be a good thing in her eyes.

I grin a little. “So how is old Ken?” Lindsey grins back. “She’s great, she switched jobs and her libido has increased a lot, she almost made me pass out last week.” I raise a brow. “Did I really need to know that?” The Egyptian looking woman laughs a little. “Not really, but I gotta go.”
She stands up and comes to me, wrapping her arms around me; I do my best to return her hug. She pulls back and then walks to the door, glancing back at me one last time before saying. “I’ll be back in a few days, oh and I brought along some of your books and a few notebooks, they say that you’ll get them when they’ve been examined.” She opens the door and walks out.

The guard standing in the corner comes and uncuffs me, pushing me to the door that leads to the hall. “Your block has twenty more minutes in the cafeteria.” She says and pushes me into the hall.

I nod and head into the Cafeteria, finding Mag quickly and sitting down next to her, she notices my presence after a second and wraps her arm around my waist. She grins at me. “Hello Rizzy.” I smile back, feeling oddly happy because Blaze looks a little unhappy.

Chapter V: The war begins

           I sigh softly as I follow Mag back into the fenced in courtyard that we’ve been in since after breakfast, we just came back from lunch. I’ll give you the run-down of the courtyard, there’s a section of open black top, next to that is three volleyball nets, two tennis nets, and five badminton nets, a little ways from that is about a foot ball field of open grass, and then a few big trees, providing shade, which is where the gang and I are hanging out.

              Well we’re kind of split up at the moment, Blaze, Hazel, Kami, and Jaya, who have been in horrible moods since breakfast are sitting at the very edge of the shady area, chatting quietly. Mag, Amber, Namine, and I are sitting at the base of a huge tree, Namine is sitting Amber’s lap and talking to Mag as I stare across the field and ponder about why the other four have their panties in a bunch. After twenty minutes, give or take, I figure that it must have been something that Mag did at breakfast because that seems to be coming up in Namine and Mag’s conversation a lot, but every time Mag glances at me and then changes the subject.          

               I give up on that for now and make a mental note to ask Mag about it later, instead I turn my thoughts on Blaze’s status as a leader of the gang, before I thought that Blaze was the leader, that all the woman feared, all except for my red headed cellmate, who I thought was like the right hand man of the operation, but now thanks to the split in ranks I see that Kami, Hazel, and Jaya are Blaze’s absolute cronies and Amber and Namine are more loyal to Mag. I sigh softly as I try to understand how this works out without total warfare between Blaze and Mag. My focus is broken as Namine says.        

               “…………… You better watch out, Blaze is totally pissed now that you’ve started to defy her, she was testing your loyalties at breakfast today, I think she’s gonna try to get rid of you, or just fix you-“ Namine breaks off with a small shudder. Mag just grins. “So it seems that the plot is about to thicken, as long as you girls stand by me, I think that I can show Blaze and her cronies their true place.”          

                Namine nods and pushes Amber to lie on the ground, using her as a pillow. They both close their eyes, falling asleep in a few minutes. I move into my cellmate’s lap quickly. “What did you do at breakfast?” I ask nonchalantly. She grins a little. “Blaze said that it was time I toughen you up and start beating you, so I told her to go fuck herself because I’ll never hurt you, not like that anyway.” I nod and lean against her more. “Thanks.”  I close my eyes and open them after a minute; I lean up and plant a soft kiss on her cheek.    

                 I close my eyes again, thinking back to the day Lindsey told me about Kendal, I was rather shocked that my best friend was gay, but it wasn’t that weird because when we were seventeen we had sex, I don’t remember why, but it was probably out of curiosity, the next mourning we walked off and never talked about it again. I think that was because we didn’t want to admit that it was the best sex we’d had in our entire lives, which was saying something because I’d been sleeping with guys since I was fifteen, and to this day I still haven’t had a more intense orgasm. I wonder if I should have slept with more women. My thoughts are interrupted by a voice.    

                  “Rizzy?” It says and I recognize it as Mag’s. “Yeah?”  “What’s it like out there?” She’s staring at the fence that separates us from the rest of the world.   “Cold, vicious, mean, and unforgiving, just like this place with bigger walls and a false sense of freedom.” I say after a minute of thought.   

                   “Twelve years, that’s how long I’ve been in here, I wouldn’t mind that, just as long as its freedom.” She wraps her arms around me and drops a kiss on my head. Mag starts to ramble in a low voice. I don’t listen to her instead I think about how Blaze got this powerful, until I’ve got so many questions swimming in my head, I’m dieing to ask a few.  

                    “Mag, how did Blaze get so powerful?” I ask, quickly interrupting her rambling. She opens her mouth but closes it quickly. “I’ll tell you tonight, in the cell.” I nod and lounge against her, leaning up to give her a soft peck on the lips, the masculine woman looks down at me and gives me a small, but heart warming smile.  I have this odd feeling that these next five years won’t be so bad.   

                   I close my eyes and I feel a hand slip under my shirt, a finger starts to trace lazy circles around my flat stomach, soothing me and slowly putting me to sleep.  I giggle a little as the finger finds my ticklish spot. Soon I drift into a deep sleep.  

                    I open my eyes and blink a few times, as I try to figure out where I am. It takes a second but I soon realize that I’m in my cell on my bed, with Mag nowhere to be seen. I slid out of bed and slip my shoes back on, I look out the window and see that the sun is about to set and realize that I missed dinner.  

                      I head to the TV room and find that neither Blaze nor Mag is in there, which worries me a bit, I start to head down a random hallway in search of Mag, after about twenty minutes I find her at the end of an old hallway with no cameras or guards. Oh and I forgot to mention that she’s currently glaring Blaze down and Blaze is returning that glare. Both of them have bruised knuckles and one of Blaze’s eyes is swollen shut, Mag’s bottom lip is busted open and she has a bruise on her left cheek.  

                     “Mag! Stop it! Your gonna get stuck in solitary if the guards see you.” I say loudly.   

                        “Shut it, I know what I’m doin’.” She retorts as Blaze lets out a spiteful laugh.                

                            “You should listen to your girlfriend, she knows your gonna get beat.” She laughs and Mag lunges forward and punches her square in the face, I hear a crunch and Blaze flies against the wall and slides down it, blood pouring from her nose.  

                             Mag grabs my hand in a tight grip and pulls me back to the cell, when we get into the cell she pushes me onto the bed, and pounces. Her lips claiming mine in a fiery and hungry kiss, which I do my best to return, her hands rip at my shirt as she tries to get it off. We break a part for a long minute of tugging and squirming, then completely naked we return to the bed.  

                             We skip the making out and I set my lips upon her left nipple, sucking and nibbling as she slides two fingers into my vagina, her thumb pressing against my clit hood. I let out a string of loud moans as I slid a hand down to her sex and slid three fingers into her, pounding her hard, moaning as she toys with my clit and thrusts harder, she finds a spot deep inside me that triggers an orgasm instantly, the white hot climax burns away my thoughts as my fingers play in the wonders of Mag’s pussy, soon a warm sticky liquid coats my hand as a body collapses on top of me.  

                                   At some point during the night, I cover us with a blanket and I drift asleep in Mag’s arms. I feel as though I’m forgetting some thing though. 

                                      In the mourning I smile as I wake up and look over Mag, her cheek and lip have swelled up a lot in the night and I remember that Mag was supposed to tell me about Blaze’s rise to power, but I realize that I don’t need to know anymore, Mag kicked Blaze’s ass last night and won the first battle of the coming war.

I groan softly as Mag’s teeth sink into the soft and sensitive skin of my neck, my cellmate’s hand starts to dance on my abdomen, causing me to let out a soft giggle, which turns into a few laughs, then a string of forced laughs as she zeros in on my ticklish spot. 

I roll over and playfully pin Mag’s arms above her head with one hand then lean down to kiss her as my other hand moves to her ribs searching for the ticklish spot that I had found an hour earlier. It takes a minute but I find it, Mag starts squirming under me as she lets out forced laughs. “Rizzy….gah….no…stop I beg….you.” She gasps as I tickle her. I relent and let her sit up, as soon as she catches her breath, though, I tackle her, laying on top of her, until she pushes me off a minute later. 

Mag then rolls on top of me and then uses her lips to catch mine in a hot, passionate kiss that brings memories of the night before to mind. We hold the kiss until both of us are blue in the face, then break apart gasping for air. We look up and grin at each other, and then Mag grabs a magazine and sits against the wall, flipping it open. I grab one of her books and put my head in her lap, looking at the cover of the magazine she’s reading. “Shonen Jump? I never saw you as an anime fan.” I say teasingly. “Yeah, I’ve always liked ‘Bleach’. “ She says as she reaches down to ruffle my hair.

I look at the cover of the book that I picked up, it’s defiantly a lesbian romance, sighing softly I open it and start to read. My muscular cellmate’s hand drifts down and starts to massage my scalp, I purr and turn my attention back to the book, getting lost in the story after I read the first page. 

We read until a guard comes and unlocks our cell door, even then, I’m little hesitant to leave the peaceful hideaway of our cell, knowing that outside is a battlefield, a transparent battlefield that is impossible to see if you don’t know it’s there. But after a minute or so Mag shuts the Shonen Jump and puts it on the bed. “Come on Rizzy it’s time to go eat.” She coaxes me in a soft voice; I nod and stand up.

I arch my back and stretch out the knots in my muscles, dropping to the floor and do a couple of push-ups. When I stand up, I put my hair into a ponytail. “So what are we doing today?” I ask as I grab my clothes off of the floor, putting Mag’s on the bed for her. I dress quickly and as I turn to Mag I see she’s finished putting on her pants and wife beater and is now shrugging into her shirt.  

Rather suddenly she pushes me against the wall, kissing me fiercely then pulling back and moving her mouth less that an inch from my ear. “We’re gonna show Blaze that her empire isn’t as sound as she thought it was, that not all are loyal to her, then tonight I’ll going to show you every way I can fuck you, all night long.” She whispers in with a tone that I can’t find the words to describe; it was like a threatening, lustful but almost loving tone.

She licks my ear and pulls away to go use the toilet and lets me to my thoughts, which I get lost in. All night long? I can’t last more than an hour much less a night, well maybe she’ll give me time to rest. She does seem nice enough to do that, or maybe we’ll just go ‘til one of us passes out then wait for them to come to and resume, that makes sense…. My thoughts are silenced by a pair of soft familiar lips placing themselves over mine, just lingering there, not moving at all.  

I pull Mag’s bottom lip into my mouth and suck on it lightly, kind of happy that I get to take the lead. I pull back after a few seconds, then I push my lips back against my cellmate’s, running my tongue along her lips before taking the invitation to enter her mouth, rousing my partner’s tongue, to entice it into a long fast paced, full contact dance. We break apart gasping for air, as I catch my breath I grin at Mag, she backs up a little but returns my grin. “Tonight Rizzy, be patient.” She says and grabs my hand, leading me out of the small room. 

As we reach the cafeteria Amber and Namine drop into step with us. “Blaze is in the infirmary and its been floating that you did it.” Namine chatters excitedly to Mag, who looks surprised, I too am surprised. “Yeah I did it.” My cellmate declares with a grin, but I can tell that it’s just bravado. Amber sighs. “That means that she and her cronies are gonna be after us.” Wait a second us? When did that happen? The green-eyed woman senses my question and replies. “Yes us, we’re a team now.” Yay, a team against an empire, I think bitterly. Mag nods. “We’re gonna need more people, find anyone that’s got a problem with her, turn them against her, show the people in fear of her that she’s not that strong. Last night I started a war and we need an army to fight it.” She says quietly.

Kami, Hazel, and Jaya glare at us as we pass their table, Mag just grins at them and grabs onto my hand. Mag starts to whisper. “Blaze plays dirty, she’ll attack a single person with three, she’ll jump people, don’t go anywhere alone. Watch your back. Namine you’re in the most danger, you’re her cellmate. Be extra careful.” She nods at an empty table, we sit down close to each other, and I, of course, am next to Mag.  

Four hours later I’m laying on a couch in the library, with Amber using me as a pillow, her short brown hair fanned out on my chest as she reads a book. Mag and Namine are recruiting I haven’t heard from them in twenty minutes, which is how long its been since we had lunch.

“You’re lucky.” The brown haired girl says suddenly.  

“Huh?”  

“If you’d gotten me or Jaya as a cellmate, you’d be getting gang raped and beaten at least three times everyday, because Blaze said so, but you got Mag she can openly deify Blaze, the rest of us are to tamed for that.”  

“Oh, okay.” I say dumbly, thinking that maybe this whole thing is my fault. I close my eyes and fall asleep.

 The feeling of a pair of soft lips on mine wakes me up, familiar lips pressing against mine; reflexively I kiss back, letting out a soft whimper when the lips pull away. I open my eyes to see the face of my cellmate, I take a moment to stare at her, her expressive blue eyes, high cheekbones, perfectly shaped nose, and to top it off natural cherry-pink full lips, all so beautiful.

“Dinner time Rizzy.” She says and strokes my cheek; I nod, standing up quickly. 

 My gaze wonders around the cafeteria as we enter it, but my stomach turns to a block of ice and my peaceful mood fades as soon as I see Blaze, Mag follows my gaze and sees her too. I feel my new found lover stiffen and I take a good look at Blaze, her hair is styled as normal, but her nose is in a cast and dark bruises cover her face, from her eyes a look of pure hate is aimed at the beauty walking next to me, which she returns with more hate. I clasp Mag’s hand in my own and murmur. “Don’t let her get to you.” She tears her eyes from the bruised up woman to me; her gaze softens as soon as she lays her eyes on me. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have let her provoke me like that.”  

As we sit down it dawns on me that the army’s have been chosen and the first march is close at hand. 

                                  Chapter VIII: The First Attack


“What?” I yawn as I stand up.




“You’re my girl.” Mag repeats, her tone serious.



“What does that mean?” My stomach turns into a block of ice.



My cellmate shrugs. “I don’t know, a couple kid’s on my street when I was growing up always used to talk about, ‘their girls’, but I never understood what it meant, I’ve just always wanted to say it.” I sigh in relief.



“So where did you- mff-“ The rest of my words are muffled into Mag’s mouth as her lips claim mine, her tongue mastering mine, capturing my mouth as her own.


I kiss back as her tongue pokes and jabs mine, trying to rouse it, then resorting to nipping at it with her teeth. Soon our tongues are enveloped in a heated battle, my tongue lashing against hers in a desperate attempt to gain some sort of ground, her easily mastering my tongue and showing me my place.


Soon our kiss mellows to a slow dance, slowing even more until we pull apart. Mag wipes her mouth and grins, then turns around and starts searching for her clothes.



I sigh and follow her lead, looking around the room for my pants, I find them with a hole near the cuff, it’s pretty small but I still notice, after pulling those on I see my wife beater, which has been ripped nearly to shreds. It takes me a few minutes to find my shirt, when I do find it the first three buttons are ripped off, so it’s got a v-neck.

I groan as I look over myself. “I look like a whore!” Mag chuckles. “What’s so funny?” I ask, pretty irritated.

“Nothing really, you just look more like my whore than any other kind.” She replies. “Ha, ha.” I glare at her, still not happy. As I’m glaring I notice that most of her abdomen is uncovered and also that I seem to have ripped off her right pant leg at the knee. I can’t help but laugh.

Mag glares at me for a full minute as I laugh. “What’s so funny?” She almost pouts. “You look like a poor pirate.” I say after I recover, smiling. My odd haired cellmate tackles me onto my bed, pinning me and then slowly starting to kiss me, then moving down my neck, then a hot tongue traces a line from my collarbone to my ear, where Mag breaths huskily into my ear, saying things that only served to fire up a lust deep inside me.

Some how she unbuttons my shirt, still pinning me and whispering into my ear. I groan, my hips jerking for contact to my pussy, to appease the burning in my loins. A knee grinds into my sex, in a punishing way. I moan softly, humping the knee hard, driven on by my lover’s sick and perverse words. One of my wrists is released and my nipple is quickly surrounded and pinched, then the other one. I moan happily as the hand strokes down my belly to my hot and bothered pussy, it slips into my pants, ghosting its fingers along my outer lips. In an attempt to tighten my thighs around the intruder I find that the knee that I had loved previously now prevents my goal. I whimper in frustration, before being silenced by two hot lips touching mine and claiming them. The hand in my pants plunges two fingers deep inside me, causing me to gasp.

I loose my senses as her fingers pound into me, Mag nipping at my tongue and then my nipples, showing me who owns and pleasures me. I let out a long, drawn out moan as I come, my senses yielding and dieing, killed by pleasure. I regain some sense a few minutes later, with my lover cradling me and kissing my nipples. I pat her head and close my eyes, grunting softly and trying to push Mag away. “No, I wanna take a nap!” I whimper, pushing her away with more force. She seems to understand and pulls away, but she then forces me to sit up so she can button my shirt up, then lets me lay back down.





I let out a grunt as I open my eyes, letting the light of day sear them. I try to lift myself up only to be pushed down by a strong hand, Mag’s hand. “Stay down Rizzy.” A hand lands on my butt cheek, rubbing it.

“What are you doing?” I ask, already afraid of the answer.

“Just relax Rizzy.” My cheeks are spread and a finger traces down my ass crack, drawing a gasp from me. I stop to think long enough to realize that my pants are gone.

“N-no.” I whimper, trying to crawl away, but realizing that I’m on her lap and pretty well wedged in place. A cold probing finger pushes against my anus, I shudder in response. “Relax Rizzy.” Mag repeats, slowly working her finger into my bottom. After a few shaky breaths I manage to calm myself and control my body, my body relaxes slowly and my cellmate slides her finger in easily. “Good girl Rizzy.” She says, but I can only think of one thing. “Take it slow.” I whimper, burying my face into the closest pillow.

Her hand slowly rubs my back as she whispers soothing words to me, trying to quiet my cries of discomfort, she slowly pushes her finger in and out of my bottom as she does so the discomfort fades and I slowly start moan softly, letting pleasure wash over me. “Another one I want another one in me.” I demand few minutes later, as my hips jerk against the bed, wanting contact on my pussy.

“I’ve already got two in, you sure you want a third one?” Mag seems to be happy. I bite my lip as I think about it.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” So Mag starts to slowly work her third finger in, stretching my anus, I grunt and squirm on her lap, my back arching from a pain and pleasure collision, a string of moans escaping my mouth. When my lover has three fingers safely nestled in my butt she sits me up with my pussy hovering above her thigh, she starts to curl and uncurl her fingers inside me, my hips jerk for contact and she slams her thigh against my pussy, allowing me to hump it.


Within a few minutes I collapse against Mag, panting heavily as I recover from my orgasm. She slowly removes her fingers and then pushes me onto my back so that she can lick my pussy clean; once she has finished with that task she throws me my pants.

I pull on my pants and stand up; going to the toilet while Mag washes her hands. “How long ‘til breakfast?”

Mag smiles. “If you’re hungry I could serve you breakfast from my pants.” I blush dark red and shake my head. She continues talking. “But they already unlocked the cell, I was just waiting for you.”

I finish up and wash my hands; grabbing a ponytail and putting my hair up I open the cell door and head toward the cafeteria.



In the cafeteria I head straight for the line and look for Namine and Amber, I spot them at a table with a blonde I don’t recognize. After getting the usual crappy meal I head to the table and Namine introduces me to the blonde, her name is Cloe. A couple minutes Mag arrives and starts a conversation with Namine, and Amber starts chatting with the guard. I stare at my food as I eat it, letting my mind drift.


“So you’re the canary?” The question and its owner startle me.

“Huh, what?” I look up and see Cloe’s green eyes staring at me.

“I asked if you were the canary.” She says.

“Canary?” I repeat, not understanding.

“The newbie, the one that screams at night, you catch my drift?” She explains.

“Yeah I guess…” I sigh. “Why do you ask?”

She shrugs. “So I know who to blame when I get kept up all night by screams.”

“You might want to blame her.” I point to Mag. Cloe nods.

“True, so how long have you been in?”

I think for a second. “About a week.” The blonde just stares at me, “What?” I ask.

“How many people have you fucked kid?” She asks.

“None, the just got lucky I guess…”

“No I think you fucked the warden.”

“Lovely, so how old are you?”

“I think thirty six, why?”

“Because you look like you’re in your twenty’s.”

“Ha, ha kid you crack me up, so whatcha in for?”

“Accessory to murder, you?”

“Grand theft auto ten accounts, Petty theft over one hundred counts, violation of parole, and resisting arrest.”

“Sound a lot cooler than mine.”

“Yeah.”



Cloe and I stopped talking and I took the dishes up. The guard dismissed us and Mag went back to the room to get some thing so I went into the showers with Namine and Cloe



When we got into the showers there was three other girls in, since I didn’t have any soap I waited for Mag, but it seem she wanted to take forever to the other two left with out me. Ten minutes after the others left me, the door opens and through it strides Hazel and Jaya. I glare at them, grudgingly admitting to myself that they don’t look half bad.

They shower quickly and turn to leave, but as they head out Hazel sucker punches me, hitting stomach. I suck it up and slam the side of my fist into her head; she backs away from me as I pound her shoulders and head with punches. Jaya pushes her out of the way and charges me, her shoulder ramming in to my side. I grab her hair and pull her up, ramming my knee into her chest and then her abdomen I then turn and smash her head into the wall, hard as I can. Jaya drops to the ground, blood oozing from her head.

Next I grab Hazel’s head and beat it against the floor until she passes out, then I prop them both up in the corner. Mag be damned I turn on one of the showerheads and wash myself, going slow and enjoying the hot water while I have the chance. Fifteen minutes later I exit the laundry room dressed in the standard orange jumpsuit. I head towards the library, since that’s where we were set to meet up.



The walk to the library takes ten minutes and then it takes a few more to find Amber, when I do locate her I can tell she’s not happy. She’s not reading and just staring, brow furrowed at the wall. “What’s up?” I ask quietly.

“Blaze.” She spits out the name like a piece of rotten meat.

“What did she do this time?” I ask, my mood darkening.

“Ganged up on Mag, Namine, and me. Ten to three.” She curls her hand into a fist. “Mag’s in the infirmary, Namine went to find Cloe and I’ve been here.”

“Is she okay? I mean Mag and Namine, both.”

“Yeah, Namine is just bruised up. Mag passed out, doc said she’s got a concussion.”

“Damn, I just took out Hazel and Jaya, I’m gonna go check on Mag, you okay here?”

“I guess.”



The infirmary is more like a nurse’s office at school a small room with a desk, a bathroom, a scale, a closet and six curtained beds. Four of the beds are filled when I get there, Mag, Hazel, Jaya, and some red head.

I walk to Mag’s bed, she looks bad, her face pale and white, while her head is wrapped up, her arms and hands have been bandaged as well, her eyes are opened and she’s just staring at the ceiling, smiling.


“Mag?”

Her head twitches and she shifts her gaze. “Hey Rizzy, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, how you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“Good to hear.”

“I think I might end up spending the day in here, go and keep an eye on Namine, she’s dangerous when pissed off.”

“All right.”

And with that said I give Mag a small peck on the cheek and leave the white room, my thoughts in one place.

The first attack, now we wait and recuperate.

I yawn and stretch out across Mag’s naked body, snuggling into her breasts as she wraps her arm around me. “How do you feel?” I ask her. She pulls me against her and grunts. “No talking!” She whines as I plant soft kisses in the valley between her breasts. After a couple of minutes of my little annoyances Mag sits up and glares at me. “What do you want?” She demands, probably pissed because I interrupted her afterglow.

I look over her body, at the bruises that Blaze caused, at the supple curves that made up her body. Yet I still noticed how tough and cool she looked, even naked and uncovered she looked untouchable, still I couldn’t help wondering if I’d hurt her. “Are you alright?” I ask again. She sighs and pulls me against her.

“I’m fine Rizzy, I’m not gonna break after one small beating, I’m good. I’ve survived worse, a lot worse. Now let me take a nap, Namine said she’d drop by before dinner to get us.” She says and lies back down, pulling a blanket over herself.

I snuggle against her and yawn, closing my eyes and letting my mind wander to the questions that had been bothering me since breakfast, just to say it, it was now after lunch and Mag was taking her fifth nap of the day, before each nap her and I had fucked each other into oblivion. Anyway I’d been wondering about the whole war that I was in the middle of, certain aspects that didn’t seem to add up and just bother me.

The first of these things was Namine; she seemed so strong, so cool, why would she let Blaze dominate her if she knew how to organize a rebellion? Why would she let herself be dominated if she could kick Blaze’s ass all this time? Which led me into thoughts of Mag, Why did she just start resisting Blaze now? Why me, what was her interest in me, did I just arrive at a convenient time for her to use me as an excuse to start this thing and use me as a ploy to get support? Did Mag really like me or was I just a useful fuck to her? I open my eyes with a soft sigh and bite my lower lip.

Thinking of the possibilities made me feel sick, so I push those thoughts to the back of my mind. I close my eyes and will sleep to come, at least then I won’t have to think about these things. I let my body relax and force my mind to drift in the direction of the last time Mag and I fucked, letting those thoughts lead my mind into the oblivion that is sleep, peaceful oblivion.

I groaned softly as I stretched out, cracking an eye to see what had woken me up. I hear a soft whimper and open my eyes fully as Mag tightens her grip on me, her warm arms wrapping around me. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to the sudden flood of light, damn I need to find something to use as a curtain, but I look up at my cellmate’s face and find a troubled expression there. Her eyes are closed, her mouth and the rest of her face twisted oddly, looking like she was scared.

I reach a hand up and stroke her cheek, her eyes shoot open and she recoils from my hand, looking around. Trying to figure out where she is, I realize, my heart dropping as her shoulders slump and her eyes lose a little of the light that is there when she remembers where she is. She looks down at me, a smile quickly forming on her lips as she leans down to kiss my forehead.

Acting quickly, I press my lips to her’s, catching her by surprise. I tighten my arms around her as I feather light kisses down her jaw and neck, up to her ear. I give her a lick on the outer shell of her ear before asking. “What’s wrong?”  Mag grunts, pulls away and shakes her head. “Nothin’.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her against me. “Don’t lie, I know something’s wrong, tell me.” She shakes her head and kisses me tenderly. “It’s nothing, Rizzy. Just forget it.” She doesn’t give me a chance to protest as she wraps her arms around me and kisses me passionately, her hand dipping between my thighs. “Nice and wet aren’t we Rizzy?” She teases me as she feels how wet I am, two of her fingers slipping into me with ease as I let out a soft moan.

Mag flips me around and lays me on my back, her lips still covering mine as her tongue dominates mine in a passionate battle. Her fingers pump in and out of my soaked cunt with no rhythm as she pulls her mouth from mine. A mewl works its way out of my throat as one of my nipples is surrounded and suckled, my lover works another finger into me as she sets into a sort of twisting thrust motion, forcing mewls and moans from me as she fucks me.

Yet as she works so diligently Mag manages to arouse me further, rather than helping me toward my peak, teasing me so well that it makes my sex ache with need even though she’s already inside me. “Sssss-Stop t-ta-Tha-Teeeasing meeeee.” I pant helplessly as she continues. I get no reply and the teasing continues, soon my body is soaked in sweat and I’m so hopelessly aroused I can do little more than let out gasps and moans as Mag continues her little game.

“Do you wanna come Rizzy?” Mag’s voice holds an almost mocking tone as she asks the question. I gasp and nod franticly. “Y-Yes!” I whimper. She tenses her fingers and in one twisting motion thrusts her whole hand into my pussy, I gasp as my body shudders in both pain and pleasure, my pussy clenching around Mag’s hand as she pushes her fingers against my very core.

A white light flashes in my mind and my eyes, closed so tight, shoot open, then my vision dies. I’m left to instinct, my body goes wild and my mind is cut free from it. My body fights for air as I heave heavy breaths. My vision returns and my senses come rushing back, my body on fire, my ears tingling as my gasps reach them; above me is Mag, smiling, no grinning down at me. “You’re so tight, I wish I had a dick to feel this with.” She says. I look down at the now very sticky juncture between my thighs and realize Mag still has her hand inside me. I whimper softly gyrating my hip and pushing her deeper into me. “More!” I moan.

My cellmate shakes her head and slowly pulls out, in the reverse of the twisting motion she used to thrust in. I whine loudly, rolling my hips, as I still want her inside me. “Shush Rizzy.” Mag orders, but I ignore her and let out a string of whimpers as I slip a hand down to my sex and rub it softly. A little less than a minute later I feel and hear a hand collide with my ass, I jump at the pain. “Bad Rizzy.” A familiar raspy voice scolds me as strong arms scoop me up and deposit me on a lap; a hand places itself on my back to hold me in place.

“Mag wait, no not this.” I whimper as I try to squirm away, though to no avail I’m stuck. Three more stinging slaps rain down on my butt as I whimper out pleas for mercy, another seven hit me each one harder than the last before a gentle hand rubs my butt. “Good girl Rizzy.” Mag kisses my ear and then behind it. I whimper and bury my face against the bed. “You spanked me!” I growl vehemently at her, still hiding my teary face in the bed. Her voice is tender as she replies. “Only so that it would make this feel really good.”

I let out a small groan as I’m flipped onto the bed on my back; I spread my legs as a body settles between them. Cold hands come up and spread my lips apart, my juices hanging like string from them. My cellmate dips her tongue into the exposed fruit and licks carefully, stimulating the most sensitive spots hidden in my folds. I roll my hips and wrap my legs around her, pushing my pussy against her mouth, driving for more contact. She licks expertly, avoiding my clit, heading only for my sweet spots, and driving her tongue against them. My toes curl against her skin and my head leans back as I mewl incessantly, my pussy gushes my sweet lubricating nectar, even though I know she’s just getting started. I grip the sheets as Mag traces a very sensitive point with her tongue, letting out a soft moan. Her tongue ventures inside my vagina and immediately traces the very inside of it, my hips jerk forward and my toes curl more, a gasp comes out of my throat.

Her tongue traces every millimeter of my love hole that it can reach, finding soft and sensitive spots not even I knew existed. As she explores, my body becomes more and more worked up, my leg began to shake every time she touched a sweet spot, and my clit began to feel like a hot splinter of metal in my pussy. Soon I am drenched with sweat, burning with lust for her, but it feels so good I find myself not really minding that she was teasing me.

I feel moans rising in my throat as she begins to trace her way out of me, she hits every spot that makes me melt inside, and traces over it so slowly it’s almost painful as the pleasure rips through my body, when she finally traces her way up to my clit, tears of pleasure run down my face. A set of full lips wraps around my clit, cooling the burning there and also forcing a moan from my throat, a light sucking ensues causing my back to arch slightly as my hips buck. “Mag!” I gasp as I reach my peak, though I still don’t get a break. Mag continues suckling on my clitoris as she pushes two fingers into me and pumps me hard, my climax is long and drawn out, my mind burns out and my body collapses, my pussy gushes and I let out all sorts of sounds, before passing out.      

Awhile later I wake up and sit up, looking around the cell I share with the crimson haired wonder dyke. Behind me I hear a soft chuckle and turn to Mag, she’s flashing her trademark grin. Lying stretched out on her bed, naked as the day she was born, is my cellmate. “How long ‘til dinner?” I ask, rubbing my tummy. She turns to the window and looks out. “Not long I’d say.” 

I crawl up to her and lay down next to her, wrapping my arms around the warm body and laying my head on a broad shoulder. Strong arms hold me close as they pull a blanket over us. I close my eyes and relax, allowing myself a peaceful moment, with no thoughts or ideas, just comfort and closeness. Mag seems to know everything.

All to soon my peace is interrupted by a familiar voice breaking the silent reverie between Mag and I. “C’mon you guys, dinner time!” Namine pipes in a loud voice. I grunt, but Mag sits up and drags me with her. I open my eyes in time to see a ball of orange come flying at my face, luckily Mag catches it. “Get dressed, hurry up. I’m hungry!” She barks hyperly.

“What the hell has got you so happy?” Mag grunts at her as she stands up and starts pulling on her clothes.

“Blaze and Kami are in Solitary for two weeks!” The brown haired woman announces.

I stand up slowly and start getting dressed. “How?” I ask.

“They beat Mag up in plain sight of the guards.”

Mag finishes getting dressed and runs a comb through her hair a few times before grabbing a brush and running it through my hair carefully. I put my hair into a ponytail and shrug into my jump suite shirt, buttoning it up to the top three buttons. “Awesome.” Mag smiles and wraps her arms around me. I pull out of Mag’s gentle embrace and walk out of the cell, after latching onto her hand with my own.

The food line in the cafeteria is pretty short and most of the tables are empty or close to it, we progress through the line quickly and as I look around I can’t find Amber anywhere. “Where’s Amber?” I ask, still looking around for her. Mag shrugs her shoulders, but Namine pipes up. “Every other Wednesday we have a work day, where most of the good behavior ward goes out and picks up trash or mops floors. Basic janitor work you know, they do that for a day. I dunno, but Amber always does them.”

As we settle at a table not far from the cafeteria door I look around, no Blaze, none of her gang is here. “Where’d the rest of them go?” I ask.

Namine seems to understand the question and shrugs. “Tomorrow Blaze goes into the Box so maybe they’re spending the day together.” I glance at the guard sitting at our table; I’ve seen him before. He’s short and skinny has dark hair and lightly tanned skin. “You heard anything knew about the girl that got stabbed last night?” I ask boldly.

He nods and looks up. “She made it through the surgery, she’s recovering right now. She had a couple infected wounds from previous fights that they cleaned up. She should be fine.”

Relief spreads through me and a smile cracks across my face. “Good, thanks.” I look down at my tray and start eating the disgusting steak that is being served without one grimace. Mag and Namine strike up a conversation among them and leave me to my own thoughts. All I can think is that Cloe is gonna be fine, meaning Blaze failed and that we would prevail when we attack them back.

After dinner Mag leads Namine and I back to our cell. Mag and I settle on the same bed while Namine takes the other. “We have to come up with a plan.” Namine says.

“I couldn’t agree more Namine, but first Rizzy what’s on your mind?” Mag responds. I shrug at her. “Nothin’ really just normal stuff.” I answer sheepishly. Mag shakes her head and kisses me tenderly, whispering. “I know that’s a lie, now tell me what’s wrong.”

I take a deep breath as she pulls away. “It’s the timing of this all, Mag how come you didn’t kick this stuff off before, you and Blaze weren’t the best of friends why did you wait so long? Namine why did you let Blaze fuck you over if you could kick her ass this whole time?”

Namine fiddles with the sleeve of her jump suite, hesitating a few seconds before answering. “I was afraid of her, she had so many people backing her up, I knew I’d get killed if I raised a hand against her, I didn’t have a cause. Now I have back up.”

Mag grins a little. “You think I’m just using you, don’t you? That I just need you as a reason to tell myself I’m fighting for, right? Wrong, I’ve never really had a problem with Blaze before but now she asked to much of me, she knew how I liked you, that you were special to me, but she still told me to beat you around. I said no!”

I sigh and wonder if I should ask another more important question, then before I can change my mind I blurt it out.

“Why Cloe?”

Mag leans her head back. “Cloe wasn’t the only target. All of us got attacked that day, but Cloe got it the worst. I don’t know why, maybe it was just the chick that stabbed her, maybe she went a little over board. I don’t know and I don’t want to but the point is the attack was against all of us, not one.” I nod and lean my back against the cold and bumpy wall, looking at the toilet.

“Which leads to the plan for our counter attack, me and Namine have been thinking about our first real attack on Blaze but we only ever produced small tidbits, we’re going to have to put them together if we want to make a good plan.” Mag starts off. “We think we should go after all of them, not at once though, too loud, but pick them off slowly. There are no security cameras in the cells, and guards usually get lax around lunch time, the shower room is sound proofed, has no security and is made of stone, and the last one, outside there is this little nook that most guards don’t know about and it’s a blind spot for all the cameras.”

“That’s good but we have to wait for things to cool down here, the guards are stepping up their vigil for awhile, it’ll be at least a month before we can even think of trying shit like that without getting our asses thrown back in with the regular jail birds.” Namine points out. Mag and I both nod.

“That’s a nice start, tell Amber in the mourning. For now Rizzy has a little bit of a debt to repay to the woman between my thighs, you’re welcome to stay and watch.” A dark blush heats my face and I can feel the heat rising to my ears, I glance at Namine. She’s stretched out across the bed, watching intently. “Looks like Rizzy got a little stage fright.”

Mag pounces me onto the bed; her lips claim mine once again. “Don’t worry Rizzy, just ignore Namine.” I shake my head, pulling away from her. Mag grabs me and holds me against her. “Be a good girl.” She ventures.

I whimper and turn in her arms, kissing her soft bruised lips, her arm secures itself around me and pushes me down her body. I push up her shirt and kiss her bruised tummy lightly, my fingers gripping at the waistband of her pants as I tug them off. My kisses trace lower, growing more faint as I near Mag’s hot pussy. She’s soaked and scorching, her pubic hair damp and matted with her juices, so sensitive and ready for my touch that her hips roll and buck as I trace a finger around her outer lips.

I spread her pussy out with my thumbs, blowing on her clit to earn a strangled whimper of pleasure. “Rizzy!” She hisses desperately. I set my tongue between her folds and lick up all her nectar, avoiding her clit as much as possible, enjoying the feeling of control as I feel my cellmate’s body beg for release and hear her trying to restrain herself from begging for it.

“Rizzy don’t be so mean, give Mag what she needs, and make her feel good.” Namine’s voice cuts through my reverie and I glance up. I see Mag’s sweating body, her back partially lifted off the bed, thighs soaked with her own juices. I see Mag completely at my mercy. I give Mag’s pussy a good long lick before I jam three of my fingers into her loose hole. I feel her pussy begin to contract around my fingers, hear her gasp for air, see her body surrender to my touch, taste her sweet juices and smell her sex scent.

“Good girl Mag.” I say feeling good. “Now go lick Namine out, I’m sure she’s nice at wet over there. Show her how good you made me feel.” I sit up and shake my head at Mag’s request.

“Aw come on Rizzy, live a little.” The smaller woman whimpers. A smile works over my face as I look over to Namine and see that she’s buried her hand into her pants, her eyes burn with desire.

“What’s in it for me?” I ask playfully.

“You avoid another spanking.” I jump in surprise as Mag grabs me and shoves me off the bed, sending me to the cold floor. I whimper as I hit the cement, looking up at Mag, not daring to move from the sprawled out position I landed in. She looks down at me coldly, though I still see the compassion in her eyes and I realize that this is just a game to her. I pick myself up and move towards Namine, slowly as I don’t really want to do this, the threat of another spanking enough to make me do just about anything.

When I get close enough Namine grabs me and jerks me onto the bed, she yanks off her pants and spreads her thighs. I glance back at Mag, and she shakes her head. I lie next to Namine and settle my lips onto her already stiff nipple, suckling roughly. My hand traces down her lightly muscled abdomen and comes to rest at the wet juncture between her thighs. “Only my mistress gets the pleasure of my mouth.”  I punctuate my point by thrusting a finger deep into her soaked cunt, she whimpers with need and drives her body against my finger. I push two more deep into the brown haired woman as I move behind her, penetrating her hard with my fingers, showing no mercy. Before long Namine hits her climax, her pussy coating my fingers in love juices; I with draw my fingers and wipe her sticky mess all over her face and then push my fingers into her mouth. “Clean them.” She complies and suckles her juices from my fingers.

I hear the creak of springs, then steps on the cement before Mag tackles me to the bed. “Good girl Rizzy.” Mag praises me when I don’t struggle, so I smile up at her. I glimpse Namine standing up and pulling on her pants as she leaves. “No more!” I plead, wrapping my arms around my dominant cellmate, burying my face in her boobs. I’m rolled over and held tightly against a warm body.

My eyes close and my thoughts trouble me once again. I think of what I had just become, a whore who allows herself to be spanked when she doesn’t behave. I’ve become a slave to Mag, even calling her my mistress. I bury my face in my new mistress’ breasts even farther and force my mind blank.

CHAPTER XI: Seeing Another Side 

A soft groan leaves my lips as I sit up and stretch out the sore muscles in my body, I sigh and glance over my naked form. I’d lost more weight in the past two or so months than I had in my entire life before coming to jail. I shiver as a draft passes through the room, causing my nipples to completely stiffen. I grab a blanket from the pile of bedding on the floor and wrap it around my body.

A familiar moan reaches my ears and I glance down at its source, smiling at the body huddled under three blankets. After a moment a fuzzy crimson colored mop of hair emerges from the blanket, bleary blue eyes gaze at me and I’m greeted with a small smile. My cellmate slowly sits up; the blankets dropping away to reveal her well shaped body. “Mournin’ Rizzy.” She mumbles and grinds the heel of her palm into her eye.

“Good to see that you’re awake. Tell me is it normal for my ribs to stick out like this?” I reply. She rubs her eyes and blinks a few times before squinting at me, studying my body for a good ten seconds before she answers.

“Yeah that happens, you should try eating more and going to the weight room.”

“But half the shit they serve is illegal to feed to dogs and the chicks that hang out in the weight room creep me out.” I pout cutely.

“You are truly one of a kind Rizzy.” My cellmate shakes her head in disbelieve. “Now where did our clothes go? I don’t remember where I threw them.” I shrug and wrap my arms around her neck. Pulling her in for a chaste kiss before letting myself fall on the bed, fighting a shiver at the sudden rush of cold air.

“It’s cold, warm me up.” I invite as a grin cracks across my face.

“Clothes are much warmer.” Mag answers and get off the bed to go search for them, securing a blanket around her shoulders as she does so.

“Why are you being such a prude?” I pout. She lets out an exasperated sigh.

“I’m not being prudish, I’m fucking cold and I’d rather like to have a pair of pants on right now!” She looks over her shoulder at me. “Are you going to help me look?”  I stand up and pull my blanket closer around me; deciding to look around the door.

After five minutes of shuffling around our cell, I find my pants and Mag’s shirt at the foot of the bed. I groan softly when I realize what that means; I have to look under the bed. I drop to all fours, bringing me closer to the cement floor, which is right now emulating cold, and look under the bed. I find my cellmate’s wife beater and my shirt.

I glance over to Mag, who is now shaking out the blankets on the other bed. “Find anything?” I ask. She shrugs and drops the blanket that she’s holding. “Don’t be like that, you’ve got no reason to be pissed off so stop being stingy.” She drops to the ground and looks under the bed, reaching under it and pulling out my wife beater.

“Here,” She balls it up and throws it to me. “Try to remember where my pants are now.”  I nod and think back to when I undressed her the night before and come up with one answer.

“Check behind the sink.” She turns and looks at me strangely but turns to look anyway, giving me a perfect view of her shapely bottom. She grabs something and stands up slowly, turning and giving me a dirty look. “Don’t ask me, I just threw it there.” I grab my pants and pull them on as my bed headed cellmate begins to do the same thing; about a minute later we both finish dressing.

She lies down on the bed and I follow, using her shoulder as a pillow as she wraps her arms around me. I cover us with a blanket and sigh. “Sorry about earlier.”

“Don’t sweat it just be quiet.” Mag answers and kisses my forehead. “Ready to hear the plan me and Namine have been working on?” She asks. I nod in response.

“Well you know that spot that I showed you, the one past the courts, between the building that has the weight room and the pool and the eastern wall. They got no security cameras in there and up to an hour after lunch they don’t have a guard directly posted there and none of the other ones see what goes on there. All right so our master plan is to have about twenty of our peons start ten different fights at certain areas of the yard. It’ll turn into one big brawl in minutes; the guards will have their hands full worrying about that. Meanwhile you and Amber will be leading Blaze and her cronies to the spot where Namine and I will wait and commence operation beat down. Cloe will be look out, you and Amber helping of course and we split when she gives the signal. I figure we give it another three weeks, to give Cloe some more time to heal up.”  She explains.

I pull her tighter against me and sigh softly. “Fighting, scheming, raping, stabbing. How in the name of Fuck did this shit happen, how did we come up with the idea that putting a bunch of criminals in the same place would reform them! I was a fucking casher at Wal-Mart less than six months ago, I lived in a trailer park the worst thing I had to worry about was a late car payment. Now look, I’m here, fighting off crazy dykes who wanna see me scream when they shove a dildo up my ass, fighting off crazy dykes that want to stab me, finding my stabbed friends and now plotting to get back at the crazy dykes who caused all this shit! Is our justice system so fucked up that we can’t see that the innocent are among the guilty, that the guilty corrupt the innocent in our prisons?”

“What did you expect, huh?” She flips us over, pinning me with her arms, her warm body looming over me. “This is America, home of the overly medicated psychotic quakes and druggies that become leaders. We reform through punishment by our peers; ‘you’ll never do whatever crime you committed again if I bonk you up that ass for five years’. That is how it works!” She presses her lips to mine tenderly. “You act like a princess in a fairytale land and it comes back to get you Rizzy, what did you expect jail to be?”

“I expected all this, I was ready to get used to it. I can deal with constant abuse. You and Blaze, it all seemed so nice I got used to it, then all this happened. The start of the war, it fucked me over. A month ago, Cloe got stabbed and it fucked with me more, I can’t stand it now. You, all of it! One day your taking your time, fucking me nice and easy, two hours you’ve got a dildo in my ass, screaming at me.” I rant, taking a breath. “I was ready to take this shit when I first got here then you were nice and Blaze didn’t seem so bad, I got used to it then everything changed and I got fucked over.”

“That’s how it works here, in this Good Behavior Ward we have to put on a goody two shoes act for the guards, then we turn around and start doin’ all the shit that you’d expect a normal inmate to do, but sneakier.” Mag replies. “That’s just how it is. Though I have been wondering something.”

“And that would be?”

“How’d you get in here from the start?”

“Nothin’ too special, I just cut a deal. When the cops arrested me I knew that they had enough evidence to convict me, even though I didn’t do shit. So told them that I could help them get rock solid evidence on Craig if they put in a medium security prison, in the good behavior ward. I knew Craig well enough to find anything they needed. I thought I could deal with a few years among well behaved women.” Mag nods and sits up.

“Time to brush your hair, sit up.” My eccentric cellmate orders me, I groan but grudging oblige. Sitting up cross-legged in front of my lover, back facing her I straighten up and shake out my blonde mop.  She starts by running her fingers through it, to loosen it. She takes her time and slowly teases the bigger knots apart with her long and nimble fingers, never once tugging hard enough to cause me pain.

As her fingers weave through my hair I begin to space out, my thoughts wandering to my current situation, how all this had happened and grim ideas of what the future may hold. When Mag sees the time right to use the brush through my hair my thoughts switch to what had happened in the past month. It has been relatively uneventful, when Blaze and Kami got out of Solitary they didn’t try for a revenge spot, Mag and Namine think that they’re plotting something big, kinda like we are, but I failed to mention that when we were discussing it in the library.

Cloe was released from the hospital a week ago, she’s got at least five hundred stitches in her abdomen. The warden gave her special permission to live the infirmary, with visitors and everything, she can’t really walk without someone to lean on and she doesn’t talk much, in fact the only person she talks to is the nurse. I don’t know why, the nurse claims it’s emotional trauma, Namine says she’s full of shit. I’ve gone down everyday to see her, we take walks never long ones, but yesterday she made it all the way to the TV room.

My sex life is nothing if not exciting. Mag has assured that I am the carpet-munching queen; I think I spent most of the month cleaning her cunt. I’ve also become more anally receptive, not too proud of that one and I’m not going to share how it happened. We’ve drabbled in S&M and BDSM, for both of which my cellmate was a creative thinker, but I’ve decided that both sexual methods are for the insane and the depraved but Mag and I qualify in both fields so that doesn’t make for much of an excuse. I’ve been in three-sums and four-sums, Namine and Amber filling the extra roles.

A slight tug on my hair pulls me back to reality. “What?” I snap, knowing that my lover wanted my attention.

“You need to stop spacing love, it makes having conversations with you confusing.” She answers.

“Was I mumbling again?”

“Yeah.”

“God I have to stop that!” Something else I’ve recently discovered about myself, I space out when I relax and often mumble tidbits of what I’m thinking. It really makes me wonder if I talk in my sleep. “What do you have on your mind?”

Mag continues brushing for a minute, completely silent, I don’t ask again because I know she heard me. Mag takes time to think about everything that may be related to her life before she was thrown in jail. Because of her pause I know that I’m treading on thin ice and should navigate carefully, there’s no telling how she could react if I say some wrong or she just flips out on her own. My last encounter with my unstable cellmate’s past sprained my ankle. “Nothing.” She lies.

“Don’t give me that, what’s up?” I reply quickly.

My cellmate is silent again, this time only for a few seconds. “Do you think that its wrong to touch a kid if you’re trying to show them that previous sexual abuse isn’t all that their part down there are for?” She finishes brushing my bangs back into place as I bring my hand up to my mouth and start chewing on my thumb nail, thinking hard for a couple of minutes.

“I don’t know Mag, touching kids is wrong but for something like that it seems right, but at the same time. You could hurt the kid emotionally and physically with shit like that; I guess it depends on the situation. What brought that up?” I glance back at her, noticing a particularly troubled look on her face as she glides the brush through my hair again.

“When I was growing up in southern Philly my mom married this scumbag named Jake Almond. I think I was seven then, mom worked at a gas station on the weekdays, so she didn’t need a babysitter, but a little bit before my eighth birthday she started working graveyard at Hooters on the weekends. That’s when things got shitty. Jake babysat me while my mom worked; we played all sorts of games. I ‘d suck on his head and he’d get me all hyped up with his fingers, then he’d tell me to rub my pussy against his dick, I’d do it ‘til he came. Then he’d get mad at me for touching myself and punish me. Once he made me spend three hours with three of my fingers up my bum. When I was nine he taught me how to deep throat and that a good slut always swallows, he also taught me how to give a hand job and how to make masturbation look sexy. I got my first period when I was ten; he fucked me during my bleed. Told me the blood would lube it and that his dick would make me hurt down there because I was a virgin. He was a scumbag, but he was an honorable one. He didn’t fuck me until he knew it wouldn’t harm my body permanently. I liked him, for two years he fucked me, unprotected of course but never once came in me; Jake made me feel loved. One my thirteenth birthday he grabbed a lubed condom and used half a tube of KY on the outside once he had it on. Kept telling me to rub my butt the way he’d showed me, and then he licked my butt loose. I didn’t figure out what he wanted to do until he had me bent over the side of the bed and was rubbing the last of the KY Jelly on my butt. He thrust in slowly, telling me I was a good girl. Then he started fucking me hard, it didn’t hurt so much, it was just uncomfortable, and he’d lubed me well. After Jake came he fingered me ‘til I came in his hand. He sent me off to bed so he could clean up. After that I never saw him again.” Mag explains slowly. “Next day when he went to work he got arrested for raping and molesting me.” I hear Mag shudder slightly. “The next month was hell for me, gynecologists, rape kits, DNA that stuff. Jake went to jail and my mom sent me off to a recovery center.”  She takes a soft breath and sets the hairbrush down.

“I don’t know how anyone found out. I never told a soul and neither did Jake, we always finished hours before my mum came home and I was quiet while we fucked, he never said my name so the neighbors didn’t know it was me he was fucking. I never figured it out and my mom would freak out when I brought it up when I got out the recovery place.”

“What’s that got to do with what you said before?” I ask slightly perplexed as to where this conversation was headed. I hear Mag take a breath as though she was about to answer, but I hear no words. A pregnant silence hangs between us for what feels like endless hours, then Mag lets out the held in breath. She takes in another breath, quickly exhaling then inhales quickly, exhale, and inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, her breathing growing more rapid as the uncounted minutes pass.

It was sudden, a quick lunge and grab, but in less than a second I was trapped in a violent embrace. Mag was holding me tight against her body, her chest heaving and her eyes holding a wild look that I had never experienced before, she was radiating anger and rage, every second seemed to increase her need for violence. As she held me I only whimpered meekly, not bothering to struggle against her already knowing that I was out matched in strength. 

Lying slackened in Mag’s arms I found myself opening my mouth and saying. “Mag what’s wrong?” She made no effort to reply, only shifted her grip on me so she could move her hand. Her hand began to descend from my mid riff down to the waistband of my pants, it moved slowly, making my skin crawl as her fingers tickled my cold skin. My throat was slowly drying up and my sex was tightening with arousal as it heated. “If you want to fuck, you know you don’t need to restrain me for it.” I try, wondering if this is some weird turn on for her.

Once again I get no answer. Her hand creeps into my pants, drawing a shudder from my body as she moves closer to the quickly pooling molten heat in my body; reflexively my body jerks toward her hand. A cold hand cups my pussy and rubs it gently, a finger probing in and massaging the soft outer flesh of my most intimate organ. I sigh softly and close my eyes as a friend joins the finger and they both enter me, thrusting in deep then scissoring apart. The two fingers work diligently, massaging every sensitive and soft spot in my pussy, bringing me closer to climax with every millisecond as time slowly inches past. My body sets a flame from excitement; my pussy burns for release as I let out ragged cries. My climax draws near and I can feel the tight knot deep in my belly about to explode from tension.

The fingers draw nearer to the spot hidden in my flesh that only my lover’s long fingers could have ever reached. “Almost there, baby. C’mon!” I pant, squirming against Mag’s body as her fingers ghost over the nexus of my pleasure. I jerk my hips and flail about to attempt to put pressure there, failing though.

A sudden shock of pan courses through my body as Mag curls her fingers and jams her nails into my nexus, digging into the flesh. I gasp and whimper, falling limp in her arms again. “Don’t do this.” I whine pitifully as she lets out a dry chuckle. She tenses her fingers and rips them out of my pussy, drawing a soft whine from me as I bury my face against her. “Please!” I beg. “No more.” Her fingers plunged into me, this time only lubricated by blood as my arousal has dried up. They scissor apart, stretching the laceration causing more pain, then curl and tense against my inner wall on the opposite side of the previous scratch. A yowl of pain escapes me as my agitated cellmate rips her fingers out of me again. “You’re hurting me!” I squeal.

Mag releases me and throws me onto the bed, with a barley seen motion she smacks me across the face. “The pain hasn’t even begun yet.” She informs me, her voice is flat and cold. She leaves the bed and goes to her cardboard box and roots through it, looking for something for a good two minutes before she straightens up with an orange dildo in her hand. The dildo was a little thicker than her fist and about eight inches long, not including the handle.

I glance at the cell door, closed and locked, most likely for at least another half hour. When I look back at Mag she’s got the dildo secured in her strong hand and is mounting the bed. I press myself against the wall, praying that I will phase through it. Mag grabs me and tells me to put my hands behind my head as she positions me in the middle of the bed, and I hasten to comply. Mag’s large body looms over me, her eyes staring down into mine.

I search her face for some sign of amusement, I long to hear her chuckle and let out a dry throated laugh, to laugh at my expense. I want her to say it was just a sick joke. In her face I find anger and rage, even hate, but I can find no reason for those things to be there. Her beautiful blue eyes crystallized and distorted by rage. I bite my lips together to stop from whimpering as she spreads my thighs apart. I turn my head to the side and screw my eyes shut as strong hands grasp my calves and move my leg farther apart so she can fit in between them, a body moving closer to my vulnerable pussy. The tip of the dildo presses against my abused opening, drawing barley stifled whimper from me.

My cellmate thrusts her arm forward driving the dildo into me without even a second’s hesitation. Oh, God the pain. Ripping and tearing my already injured pussy as it thrusts in the dildo forces it’s full length into me. I knot my fingers together and try not to pull my own hair as the air fills with high-pitched shrieks. The dildo pulls out and then slams back in, I screech in pain as my back arches, letting out small breathy whimpers agony.

What felt like hours later I had become silent and still, Mag was pounding away in my bloody pussy as I attempted to zone out, getting smacked every time. Giving me a final three hard thrusts, the rapist pulls out of my pussy and relocates the dildo so that it’s pushing against the opening to my ass. I don’t even flinch, but just stare up into her eyes, begging with only my eyes for her to not do this.

Mag turns from my gaze for a second, but when she turns back and looks down at me I see remorse and guilt written in her eyes. She straightens up and walks a couple feet away from me before throwing the orange dildo back into her box. I scramble to the corner of the bed that is jammed against the wall and press my back to the concrete as I curl into a little with my hands cupping my injured pussy. I pull up my pants but still keep my hands inside them to try and ease the aching and throbbing.

My cellmate doesn’t try to return to the bed, she just sits on the other bed and looks at me for a while. Then she tries to speak, but closes her mouth before she can form words. I look up enough to catch her eye then point to the edge of the bed with my chin. She understands enough and comes and sits at the edge of the bed. I pull my hands out of my pants and crawl over to her, resting my chin in her lap. “I screwed up big time.” She states.

“Yeah, I know.” I reply wiping my tears on her pants. “But will you do it again?” I ask looking up at her expectantly.

Mag shakes her head. “I don’t know Rizzy, I’m so fucked up. That shit I just did to you, a moment ago seemed perfectly logical, now I think that I’m a fucking psycho rapist.” She sighs and closes her eyes. “I don’t know if I will, that’s never happened before, so I’m not sure about myself anymore.” I nod and sigh, snuggling against Mag’s thigh.

I bite my bottom lip and then say childishly. “Make my pussy stop hurting.” Mag shakes her head.

“I can’t Rizzy, not without hurting you more.” I nod and wrap my arms around my unstable cellmate’s thigh. Mag reaches down and pets my head.

“Why aren’t you mad and spiteful or acting hurt?” She asks. “I just raped you, why aren’t you mad?” I shrug.

“I’m furious, but not at you, or this part of you. I’m mad at the other part, the different part. You, the remorse, the conscience are not the same person as the one who did this. I can feel the difference.” I assure her, closing my eyes and letting her stroke my hair. 

I grunt moodily as Mag attempts to move out from under me, interrupting the first nap I’ve been able to take since she raped me. She stops moving and strokes my hair. “Breakfast.” She says patiently and wraps her arms around me as she sits up, forcing me to sit up too.  

“I’m not hungry.” I protest, snuggling against her boobs. I whimper as the warm, soft pillowy comfort is pulled away as she stands.   

“Don’t lie, you are hungry. You haven’t eaten anything except the little bits that I’ve smuggled back from dinner, you drink from the sink, you haven’t left the cell in a week.” She slowly stretches out her muscles. “You need to eat.” She insists.   

“Walking hurts.” I whine and sprawl out on the bed to stretch out my sore and knotty muscles. Mag grabs my shoulders and pulls me off the bed, setting my on my feet causing my tired body to stumble against her.   

“C’mon Rizzy you need to get moving and walk it off.” She encourages but I shake my head and then let myself fall on the bed.   

“How about this, you brush my hair and then I’ll consider going to breakfast.” My cellmate lets out an exasperated sigh but grabs the hairbrush from the shelf above my bed. I sit up, purring as she sits behind me. She runs her fingers through my hair, dislodging the bigger knots gently. “Is Namine still pissed?” I ask.  Mag sighs softly. “Yeah, she still won’t talk to me.”   

“Why is she pissed off? She’s fine.” I lean back as Mag begins to scratch my scalp.   

“She feels betrayed. When this crap started I promised her that I wasn’t like Blaze, that I didn’t hurt people for no reason. Then this happened,” She pauses. “And now I’ve gone back on my word, I’ve betrayed you both.” Mag prods me to sit up straight so she could start brushing with the hairbrush. We sit in a comfortable silence as she guides that brush through my shoulder blade length hair. About ten minutes later she finished with the brush and placed it back on the shelf and I can clearly hear her stomach demanding food. She deftly braids my blonde hair into a braid that reaches the nape of my neck. She pulls me into a loving embrace that I stiffen against and resist. The red headed woman quickly releases me, murmuring a soft apology as she plants a quick peck on me forehead.  

My slightly depressed cellmate stands and offers a hand to me. I take it and she pulls me to my feet, I wince as my bare feet hit the cold cement floor. Then I realize how cold the prison is now that it’s December, it’s probably so cold because the warden doesn’t want to waste money on heating. I shove my feet into the thin white moccasins that the state of Connecticut calls shoes and shuffle after Mag to the cafeteria.  

When we arrive at the cafeteria I find Namine and Amber at a table in the far left corner of the huge room as Mag gets into the food line. Namine is slumped against the table with her arms hiding her head and face. Amber is directly to her right watching the shorter woman absently. I sit across from Amber. “What’s up?”   

“Huh?” Both of them jump at the sound of my voice. “Why so glum?” Amber shrugs and points with her chin to Namine. The auburn haired woman sighs and shakes her head, not bothering to lift her head. “What’s wrong?” I try again, wondering what was making the normally confident woman act so meek. My friend picks her head up and lean it against her hand, shaking her head in silently refusal to answer. But I am shocked by the look of her face to notice that. The right side of her face is covered in welts and over lapping bruises, so much that it looks like one giant bruise.  Her nose is crooked like it has been broken and recently reset, her left eye is bruised along the brow, making it droop slightly. Her right eye is swollen shut, both of her lips are split open, and there is a hand shaped bruise and claw like nail marks on her neck. “What the hell happened?” I gasp, strangely fascinated by the beaten face in front of us. Namine chuckles and shakes her head.  

 “Blaze!” A raspy voice behind me growls. Amber and I jump at the sudden intrusion. I glance back as my redheaded cellmate rounds to the seat on my right, as she sits down the morose woman’s bruised face hardens and turns away from us. I snatch a browning apple from Mag’s tray and squeeze it gently. It squishes in my hand, great it’s rotten. Never the less I bite into it, grimacing at the trademark sourness of a rotten apple. To distract myself from the taste of my apple, I watch as Mag attempts to negotiate with Namine.

Carefully studying her determination hardened face as she coaxes Namine to listen to her, her voice is low and gentle, but my mind won’t process the words anymore. As Mag talks Namine cocks her head to one side, she appears to be listening at least for now. Mag notices this too as her voice gains the confidence and her eyes flash with gratitude. Yet I still cannot focus on her words, it’s like she’s speaking a different language. Then a sudden wave of pain torments my head, and my vision goes white then my eyes drop closed. I feel my body slide sideways and I can’t stop it.  

I fall, for what feels like hours, my body waiting for an impact that never comes. Then something soft, yet rigid closes on my shoulder, I stop falling. I’m pulled against something similar, but bigger. A voice calls out, ringing in my head like a bell, dislodging another wave of pain; I think I cry out in an attempt to make the pain causing voice go away. Something shakes me causing the pain in my head to spread to my face, now it too begins to throb. I grunt to make these pain-causing annoyances to stop, but they continue. I force my unwilling eyes to open, whimpering as the sudden flash of light makes the throbbing in my head worse. Blurry figures loom before me, cool hands rest on my hot face while a soothing voice croons at a whisper, but it’s words I do not understand. 

I blink a few times to clear my vision before the faces come into focus. Above me is the unfamiliar face of a middle-aged man with gray receding hair and soft brown eyes; he cradles me in his arms. The man is the guard at the table, until a minute ago he had gone unnoticed. He tries to say something but his voice is too loud and his words are drowned out by pain. Then suddenly Mag appears at my side, her voice drops to a gentle whisper as she asks. “What’s wrong?”   

“I don’t know.” I rasp in a whisper. Her cool hand ghosts over my forehead and her fingers press on my eyelids, dragging them down to shut them. I feel myself being transferred to my cellmate’s arms as my muscles slacken and my body goes limp just before my mind goes dark.     

Pain slices through my already throbbing head as a wall of white appears before my eyes. A shadowy hand shaped figure swoops toward my face, it is ice-cold as it lands on my face drags my eyes closed. A gruff voice whispers, “Keep your eyes closed.” And I drift away again.  

My eyes drift open taking in the world in a blurry, fuzzy form and I notice that my head doesn’t hurt, or even have any feeling. A blur of yellow hair and glinty silver metal hovers above my face, its mouth opening and closing rapidly. Only a minute later do I realize that it’s talking. “…. Gave you an I.V drip…help the pain…” That is all I can catch of the garbled and distorted speech. I nod absently and close my eyes, intending to blink but my eyelids are too heavy to lift and I end up falling asleep again.  

I wake with a start from the black pit of a dreamless sleep. Blurry eyed, I sit up and look around me. White wall, white beds with rails and restraints, pea soup green flooring. Infirmary, I realize quickly. A blonde nurse comes over to me, her spectacled face kind. “Hey,” she greets, I nod in response and she smiles at me. “Looks like the morphine wore off.” She comments as she puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes me down, I don’t resist.   

“What happened?” I croak, confused.   

“You fainted in the cafeteria.” She says, placing a thermometer in my mouth. “Don’t talk.” I nod. “You were starving, fatigued and a bit dehydrated.” The blonde retrieves the thermometer from my mouth, glancing at the read out before setting it aside. “We used a mild sedative and some morphine to keep you asleep while your body healed itself. We also kept up a glucose drip up to nourish you.” She reaches down and grabs one of the Velcro cuffs attached to the bed and secures my wrist into. “Sorry policy.” She explains and traps my other wrist.   

“How long was I out?” I ask, glancing down at the IV protruding from the crook of my elbow. “Do I still need that?”   

“Almost two days, and no you don’t need the IV, it’s just a glucose drip.” She says, quickly jerking the needle from my arm and taking the bag from the hanging stand. She set those on a bedside tray and then covered the wound with a piece of gauze held in place by a swatch of medical tape. Then she disappeared, leaving me Vectored to a hospital bed. The day that followed was the longest of my life, stuck in a starchy, stiff bed. White walls surround me, a row of four identical beds,(one occupied by a crazy old coot who growled and barked every time someone looked at her) to my right. The room I’m in is a small rectangular off shoot of the main infirmary, separated from it by the wall on my left; the nurses come in through an open doorway, which the noises of other patients drift through the doorway. Late in the day I was brought dinner, a half-frozen microwave chicken breast with half cooked frozen peas and warm milk. Lucky me I got to feed myself, unlike dog lady who was fed by Sami, the blonde nurse, and threatened with enemas every time she snapped at the nurse. After dinner I spent an hour studying the lovely white wall that separated me from the other patients, like Cloe. Sami had allowed me to keep my left hand free off the restraint because I was well behaved. Sometime during my appraisal of the sloppy paint job on the wall, Mag arrives as silent as a ninja in her orange jumpsuit; against the white back round I still don’t notice her. Until the raspy barking of dog lady roused my from my reverie, I glanced over at the old woman and saw the familiar figure.

I took a few seconds to recognize the lush curves, the baby blue eyes and her crimson hair, cut short and left spiky. Mag, the name resounded in my mind, making my placid thoughts stir and begin to read her body. Mag’s trademark grin had collapsed into a tight line of uneasy tension. She had my full attention as I had her’s, the bitch was now barking loudly, like a threatened dog, but I barely noticed. What I did notice, however was a peculiar feeling rising in my gut, a creeping cold feeling that made my skin tingle and my palms sweat, I vaguely recognized it as apprehension of some sort. My pulse jumped, but I was not angry, or aroused, my breathing came faster, shallower but I still didn’t understand.   

 A worried look passes over my cellmate’s face as our gazes lock; her baby blue eyes burn against my own, which stirs the feeling more, increasing my already rapid body functions. “She’s having a panic attack.” Sami’s voice announces, causing me to glance over to dog lady; whom the kind nurse and one of her other colleagues are trying to calm. My cellmate takes a few steps closer, a primal instinct to escape, run seizes me but my rational mind, and the Velcro restraint, stops all actions to do so. Mag approaches quickly, her easy-going demeanor turned predatory by my fear-crazed mind. My vitals peak and I begin to hyperventilate, but Mag climbs into the bed with me anyway. She envelops me in a lovingly embrace, by some strange miracle, I calm down and snuggle into her body. “It’s alright Rizzy, I won’t hurt you.”   

I open my eyes and look up at her, breathing in her musky smell. “I’m so afraid of you, I tremble even right now.” I say, bringing to attention the fact I was shaking like a leaf in the wind. “But at the same time, this feels so right, I love it when you hold me, fuck me, caress me.” I stop and sigh. “I don’t know what to do.”   

Mag smiles at me and closes her eyes. “Go to sleep Rizzy.” She commands and I close my eyes, letting my thoughts wonder for a while until I do finally drift off to sleep.

Sami clicks her tongue. “Yeah, I get it.” She passes a soft hand

“Take your time.”

Mag took a breath and directed her attention to the ceiling. “I don’t know where to start, there is so much shit. So much happened!” She groans.

“Yes, but it really isn’t that horrible. I do care about you in a different way or understanding. Physically, you’re Corinne and emotionally you’re Rizzy. It’s like that. I can’t explain it.” Mag sighs and forcefully pulls away.

Two weeks passed quickly after the night of Mag’s confession. Cloe was released from the infirmary yesterday, she’s been resting in her cell. In all that time I’ve done nothing exciting, just gone through a normal prison routine. Namine has set in motion the basics of the plan to beat Blaze’s face in. Two chicks have started to argue and have almost come to blows a few times, Mag calls them the guard bait. We’re still just setting the stage though, Cloe’s part in our plan still has to be explained to her, but that’s simple so it should only take a few minutes. After that its all down to how well we do enacting the plan. Another week, Mag says, and we’ll be ready to go.

During the passing two weeks, I had time to think on our plan and its repercussions. Initially I thought that to attack Blaze and send this message would end our problems. Then as I began to think more and listen more to what Mag and Namine discussed I realized that I couldn’t have been more wrong. Attacking Blaze would show that our little alliance against her gang and their reign of terror has real power and poses an actual threat. Things would be more dangerous for everyone, a scary thought by itself made scarier by the realization that our alliance members may desert us out of fear. Though I hope these people who are helping us rally against Blaze will stick with us when things get heated and I pray they will weather the storm of the war we’re starting. But I can only hope.

Shaking my head I look down at myself. I’m lying with my hands tucked behind my head on one of the cell beds. My eyes gaze upward, trying to discern the features of the ceiling that I can’t see because the dim light of the moon does not reach it through the window. Mag is fast asleep, her arms wrapped around me while resting her head against my shoulder. My red headed lover is troubled in her sleep. Her brow is creased and her lips set downward, her hands twitch and her arms spasm. I gently put my arm around her, a touch that almost immediately soothes her. Mag snuggles closer to my body and reluctantly opens her beautiful blue eyes, shaking the fading red locks from her eyes. “What time is it?” She mumbles, blinking tiredly.

“Time to sleep.” I answer, chidingly. “You have to rest you haven’t gotten a full nights sleep in almost a week.”

“What about you, you’re up all night just about.” Mag retorted.

“That’s because I have to worry about making sure you get enough rest.” Mag falls silent then winks at me.

“I can’t sleep because you’ve been denying me what my body truly needs.” She pouts almost convincingly. “Give me what I need Rizzy.”

I decide to play along. “What do you need?” I ask, kissing her forehead.

Mag whines an grasps my hand. She guides it down to her crotch. “I need to be fucked, I need you.”

“Why should I give you what you need?” I ask, cupping her pussy through her pants.

“I’ve earned it.” I can hear her desperation.

“Are you on your rag?” She nods and I smile, recalling how horny and how easily manipulated Mag becomes when she’s bleeding. “Do I need to make you feel better now? She nods again. “Say it.” I taunt.

“I need you to make me feel good, to fuck me.” She says surprisingly obediently.

“Strip and show me your desperation.” I command, getting caught in the rare moment of dominance. The red head complies wordlessly, stripping down to the tight fitting panties that contain her padding. She hesitates but removes them as well. I pull off both of my shirts and push her down on the bed, climbing on top of her. Mag wraps her legs around my waist, I can feel the warmth of her pussy press against my stomach. I press back, pushing her flat against the bed again. Her arms wrap around my shoulders as she gyrates her hips as I meet her lips with me own. Her pussy leaves hot and sticky trails across my abdomen. My arms move around her, getting between Mag and the bed as I cup her ass and use it to guide her gyrations.

We kiss passionately as her pussy grinds against me. Her body presses closer to mine as I grip her ass. Our breasts brush together, with delicious friction. I push my abdomen against her harder and begin moving my body against her rhythm. My cellmate’s body arches against me as a soft, breathy moan escapes her mouth. I feel a viscous, warm liquid slip onto my abdomen, then slide down it. I sit up and disentangle myself from Mag. I look down at my stomach and see that its covered in Mag’s bloody cum. I growl in disgust and stalk over to the sink, turning it on and splashing water on to my stomach. I clean most of the blood off and use a blanket to dry off. When I return to the bed Mag is stretched out on her side, still naked with her pussy trickling blood onto her thigh. “Clothes.” I remind her, wondering how she manages to ignore the cold that still reigns over the place as she languidly rolls her hips and sends a small gush of her juices onto the bed.

My cellmate slowly stands up and grabs her clothing from the floor. I pull my shirts back on and lie down again, waiting for Mag. The red head finishes dressing in a little over a minute and returns to my side. “Do you feel better?” She nods. “Good.” My lover yawns and lays her head down, falling asleep within twenty minutes. I, however, stay awake, thinking of the consequences of the fight we’re going to cause. I am awake until the sun rises, only then do I manage to catch an hour of sleep.

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I sigh as I exit the cafeteria after breakfast. Mag walks ahead of me with Namine at her side as they discuss the progress of their plot while Cloe and I make faces and tease Amber. Amber leaves us to go hang in the library while the rest of us head into the shower room. My cellmate ran out of body wash awhile ago, she’s waiting for her supplier to get a good shipment because she needs more and hair dye and other non essential supplies.

After stripping down to our naked skin, the four of us gather around two shower heads that are already on. I let Mag lean against the wall and soak up the heat of the water for a few minutes, turning my attention to Cloe. The blonde’s body looks smaller than I remember, but weeks of bed rest has the tendency to do that. Along her ribs runs an indented scar with stitching points running along it. As I focus again I notice that Cloe is leaning on Namine, letting the slightly shorter woman embrace her from behind. I ponder over the display of affection, Cloe had never had much time to grow attached to Namine. Namine hadn’t showed such interest in Cloe either. Maybe they had grown closer while Namine visited Cloe in the infirmary. So where did Amber fit in? I didn’t get a lot of time to ponder that because Mag grabs me and pulls me against her.

“Try not to make you’re head explode, Rizzy.” She teases me, her hands already at work in my hair. I sigh and lean back against her, surrendering my body do her.

“You’re so mean to me.” I reply dramatically, almost mewling as she carefully massages a tender spot on my scalp. “But your fingers are amazingly talented at bringing me pleasure all over my body.”

“Don’t get used to it.” I pout as her hands move to my waist. She pulls me under the spray of the water and begins to help whatever soap she was using in my hair work its way out. Once she finishes with my hair she lathers her hands with soap and starts to wash my body. Her touch is soft as her hands track over my body, spreading soap trails along it. She presses her lips against my neck as her hands round the slight curve of my buttocks.

“I love your body.” Mag mumbles. “It responds so well to me.” Her hands track up my abdomen, cupping breasts and pinching my nipples. I lean even more heavily against her, letting her squish my breasts in her hands as she draws me even closer. Mag presses her lips to mine, I kiss back. My cellmate pulls away from me as I try to turn around and press closer to her. “Come on Rizzy its time to get out of the shower. “ I whine as she tugs me to the laundry room to dry off. Ten minutes later I am dressed and Mag sends me at the library with Cloe while she and Namine go to meet with the fighters that will be key in our plan. As we walk to the library, the blonde drapes her arm around my shoulder, pulling me close.

“Hey!” I push her away gently, only for her to return to that position. “Stay off of me!” I push her away a little more forcefully this time. Cloe takes the hint, mumbling an apology and letting her arms drop to her sides.

When we get to the library I find Amber stretched out on one of the sofas, nursing a broken finger and some bruises on her face and a double split on each lip. Yet when I crouch down next to her, Amber smiles at me. “The guards won’t be much of a problem now.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, slightly perturbed by her calm.

“They’re super on edge, all it took was a little bit a insulting the warden for me to get this fucked up. Just hope that Justina and Carmine watch their asses.”

“We should get that finger taken care of.” I reply, ignoring her previous comment.

In the end Mag let Carmine and Justina keep their faux fight string out for two weeks, to put more tension on the guards. I think it was working pretty well, forty inmates were sent to solitary in the last week for being suspected of smuggling weapons in for fights. Everyone knows it’s a shitty bravado though. At the moment it stands that we have at least eighty girls ready for that fight. Poor guards are going to have a hard time with this one. Aside from Carmine and Justina I have no idea who is actually going to fight. I do know that our plan will finally be enacted today. Today will be an eventful day for sure.

Mag pounces on me, jarring me from my thoughts. Her lip press against mine before she pulls back and grins. “Today’s the day Rizzy! So it’s about time you got up so we can eat.” She crows happily, her black red hair flying around she face as she shakes me.

“Alright I’m up. I’m up, love.” I sigh sitting up and pushing her off of me. “You’ve been wound up for the past week. You’re like a crack head.”

“What’s your point? I’m just excited that’s all.” Mag returns defensively.

“You need to settle down. If things are supposed to run smoothly we can’t have you jittering around and giving us away.”

“You’re way too on edge for this. You have to relax or you’ll blow your part. Now remember, you and Amber have to take out Kami and Jaya so that we’ll be able to take out Blaze, but after those two are down you need to lead Blaze to us, oh an Hazel. I almost forgot about her. Your part is among the most vital.”

“I know Mag we’ve perfected and gone over the plan.” I snap as I stand up. “After breakfast you and Namine will go to see Justina. I’ll go with Amber to see Carmine. We give them the final brief, they get organized by lunch. After lunch Blaze will go to her cell, you guys will hit the yard and get in position. Cloe takes up her post. Amber and I take out Kami and Jaya in the cell. Blaze should follow us out to the courtyard. By then you will have triggered the fight, the yard will be in chaos. Blaze comes to you, Cloe plays look out. We beat Blaze, then drop out of the fight, calling self defense after being jumped in the yard. The whole unit gets put on lock down for awhile. That’s the plan and the predicted outcome.”

“Good, now come on. We’re gunna be late if you don’t hurry up.” Mag rushes me. I slip on my shoes and shuffle out of the cell behind her, pulling my hair into a messy bun.

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The cafeteria is tense, tension from the guards, tension between Carmine and Justina, and the uneasy tension of those at our table. Everyone else in the cafeteria hung their heads and ate inconspicuously as possible, barely talking at all, practically kowtowing before the guards in their learned subservience. This tension made the atmosphere almost impossible to eat in. Everything was heavy and oppressed, soon the horrible tasting food became a distraction from the heavy atmosphere. Actually tasting the food made me want to barf it back up. I think I finally understand bulimia. After we finished eating, I beg Mag for a minute back at the cell before going to complete the first stage of the plan. While there I barfed up whatever rubbery microwave meal that was served in the cafeteria. Mag gently patted my back and gave me a hug. “Wash out your mouth.” I complied and used the sink to get the taste out of my mouth.

“I think it tasted better the second time around.” I tell Mag as I sit down in her lap. “Just give me a minute.” She leaned down and gave me a small kiss on my forehead.

“I can’t give you a minute, we have to go, you can take a nap before lunch.” She says gently. “Come on, don’t be a baby.”

“You’re so mean to me sometimes.” I whine as I stand up. “The last thing I want to do right now is orchestrate a fight that will involve Blaze.”

“I feel the same way but we have to for the good of everyone in here. We have to get rid of Blaze . This is the first step. Its important to do this, so come on let’s go.” Mag ushers me out of the cell and leaves me to go to Justina’s cell. I head to the next cell block to find Carmine.

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I wake up from my nap to Mag pressing her lips to mine gently. “Hey.” I greet hoarsely as her lips trace down my necks. “You’re horny.” I groan as her fingers rub my pussy though my pants.

“I can’t help it, I get excited before stressing events. We’ve got twenty minutes before lunch, its enough time for a quickly.”

“Okay. Hurry up.” I hissed as Mag’s hand works its way into my pants.

“Don’t think this is it. You’ve got to do something for me.”

“Later.” I kiss her urgently to shut her up. The fingers that begin to caress my inner folds are shockingly cold, which for some reason brings my arousal into the wet stage. I whimper as her first finger slides inside me, quickly followed by a second one. “Fuck, that hurts.”

“Hurts, what do you mean hurts?”

“I mean its causing me pain.” Mag gently withdraws her fingers.

“Take off your pants.” She commands, leaning into kiss me. I wiggle out of the orange garment and prop myself against the wall with my legs spread. She gives me a kiss before sinking between my thighs. Her hands rest on my thighs, gently holding them apart as her mouth sets to work. Her tongue focuses of my clit, her lips open and close against my labia, her hands massage my thighs using their strength to keep them spread apart as I twitch and wheeze as she brings me closer to orgasm, only to stop right as I hit the threshold of my orgasm. “Give me a minute.” She replies to my whimpers and pleading cries. “Put you’re hands above your head.” She orders me after an attempt at masturbating I comply quickly, waiting for her to finish me off. She finally gets up the nerve to what she planned. “I’m sorry if this hurts Rizzy.” She whispers as her first finger slides in. I press closer to her, trying to bury her fingers as deep into my cunt as possible. Her second finger is a big enough jolt to send me over the edge, I whimper into her breasts as I come. She lets me curl up after withdrawing her fingers from my pussy.

“I’m tired.” I whine, closing my eyes.

“No sleeping. Come here finger me quick before we have to go.” I grunt and sit up on my knees for a minute, inviting Mag to come closer to me. She scoots closer, pressing against me. I slip my hand into her pants, my head resting on her shoulder and her head resting on mine. My fingers are greeted by her slick and hot folds. I slowly slide a finger inside of her, revealing in the small sounds she makes as I pleasure her. My second finger drags a mewl from her lips, a fierce thrust making her moan quietly into my ear as her breathing gets heavier. My thumb pushing on her clit brings her body closer. A hard thrust gets me a hard moan followed by a bite on my ear, soon my hard thrusts have Mag clamped down on my ear while her arms wind around me, pulling me hard against her. She thrusts against me hard, taking my thrusts with mewling cries. “Come on, Rizzy. We don’t have much time.” She pleads.

“I’m trying, how far off am I?” I ask.

“Shit, shift your focus to the right a little lower. “I follow her directions and receive a soft groan as she hisses. “There!” A few quick, hard thrusts bring her to her edge. I let Mag ride her orgasm before I withdraw my fingers and clean them up.

While Mag basks in her afterglow I pull my pants back on and put my shoes on. She soon sits up, looking happy. A quick hug and kiss are shared between us before Namine slaps the cell door and sticks her head in. “Lunch time!” She calls cheerily before pulling her head back from the doorway. Mag gives me another kiss and a pat on the back before standing up and walking out of the cell with her usual swagger. I groan as I stand up and adopt my normal fear bowed head and shuffle out after her.

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I exit the cafeteria, happy to be out of the heavy environment, my hands are deep in my pockets as I trail Blaze back to her cell with Amber slinking along my flan but not obviously. Hazel and Jaya are flanking Blaze with Kami on her six. I follow until we hit the cell block then I dip into a different cell and let Amber take the lead. I sit on the bunk for awhile before walking out and moving across the black into a different cell. Amber comes in a few minutes with a report.

“Blaze and Jaya are fucking, Kami and Hazel are lying down together. We wait it out and then move in.”

“Want to head to my cell? Its got a better vantage point.” I propose. Amber nods and walks out of the cell with me leading to mine. Once we’re there I lay across my bed and let Amber hang in the doorway to watch for Blaze and Jaya to drop off and hopefully sleep..

“So, shit. What’s the plan? That’s the one part that we never planned.”

“Well once Blaze drops off, we could go in, you pin her down and I’ll take care of the other three. Though we have to be super quiet about it. Everyone else will be quiet and cool. They know not to alert the guards in any way, no matter what. Blaze slipped up before when she beat up Mag, so she’s not gunna do it again.” Amber replies.

We wait ten minutes then Amber tells me they’ve all dropped off. “So I’ll go in first. You trail for a few minutes and make it look like you’re looking for me when you come in. I’ll take care of Jaya too.” I whisper as I stand up. I stop before I pass Amber, giving her a confident smile before moving in and giving her a kiss. Amber wraps her arms around me and kisses back for a minute before pulling back.

“For luck.” She offers.

“Yeah, for luck.” I reply. “When this is done, we should convince Mag and Namine to let us fuck, as a celebration. She nods and pushes me out of the cell.

I bury my hands in my pockets and skulk down the landing and past the guards at the door up to Blaze’s cell. Kami and Hazel are out cold while Blaze and Jaya cuddle close in slumber. I come close to Blaze’s bed and see the pillow on the floor. I grab it and lay it over Jaya’s face and press hard. As I hold the pillow in place, she twitches and tosses her head, but she doesn’t give enough of a fight to dislocate the pillow. I count the seconds to three minutes before pulling back the pillow. As Mag had told, she had passed out. I hear Amber’s footsteps coming closer as she pretends to look for me. I quickly drop the pillow and deftly slip onto the bed behind Blaze, my arms slip under arm pits and my hands cup over her mouth. I wrap my legs around her’s to keep them restrained. Amber pokes her head in experimentally, then lets recognition drift through her stance and she saunters into the cell nonchalantly.

She walks to Hazel and rolls her off the bed, putting a foot down on her throat to silence her and to stop her breathing. Hazel is decidedly more raucous, she opens her eyes, gasps soundlessly and weakly pounds the floor. While Amber is dispatching her Blaze wakes up and silently being to struggle against me. It takes a lot of my strength and self control to not let her go while being quiet. Kami is also awakened but takes a minute to become oriented enough to do anything. By the time she is coherent, Hazel has passed out. Amber removes her foot from Hazel’s throat and moves away from her unconscious body. Kami rolls off of the bed, landing heavily on her feet inches from Hazel’s face. She looks around lazily before she spots Amber then look at Blaze and sees me. She crosses the room in one step and pulls me off of Blaze and throws me across the room in a fluid motion. I land on my arm and hear and fell my eleven pop in a sickening way. I quickly get up off the floor and B-line for the door, only to be intercepted by a skinny hand pushing me down before a scrawny body crawls on top of me. “Mmm fresh pussy. I could grind this.” Her hand slips around my neck and squeezes . “What are you doing in here, huh bitch. Is this Mag’s offering? Her sacrifice to please the goddess she has angered?” She taunts quietly as she squeezes harder. I groan lowly and go limp, letting my body attempt to breath naturally. Blaze hold her grip for another minute, during which I almost pass out for real, before she lets me go. As soon as her hand leaves my neck I bolt up, knocking her off of me so I can take a few quick steps out into the guard’s view. I slow to a normal walk and hang my head again. I hear Blaze’s footsteps behind me followed by Kami’s heavy steps. Amber falls into step beside me and grabs my good hand, squeezing it supportively. We break apart and she head for a different route to the yard. I run through my mind the locations of the guards, praying that I’m not wrong and that I can lead these two where we need them.

I pick up the pace and head out to the yard. As we head out the door I see that the fight has already started. Most of the people on the yard have turned on each other. Guards run about in a fever pitch, taking down one fight and leaving the contenders to get trampled by the rest of the fights. I take advantage of the chaos and speed up even more, almost jogging to Blaze from catching me. Finally I round the corner into the golden spot and find Mag, Amber and Namine are leaning against a wall waiting for me. I can’t see Cloe but I know where she’s hiding. Mag strides past me as I slow down, heading for the wall. Amber and Namine flank Mag as she walks to meet Blaze and Kami. I cradle my dead arm and slide down the wall resigning myself to watch the unfolding events.

I don’t see the first few punches that are thrown, all I see is Mag slowly leading Blaze back into this place weaving back from Blaze’s punches and trading in a few blows of her own to Blaze’s stomach. Namine bullies Kami back as well, darting around and aiming hard kicks and punches to her legs to drive her back and hopefully to the ground. Amber has gone to her other post helping Cloe with look. Mag gets a head shot on Blaze, disorienting her long enough to know her down. My cellmate quickly straddles Blaze, reigning punches down on her face and upper body. Namine keeps Kami busy by continuing to weave around her, aggravating her with biting punches and stinging kicks. Kami falls before Blaze lulls into unconscious but Namine just keeps pounding on her head until Mag pulls her off.

I stand slowly, still cradling my arm and walk over to Namine and Mag. As I pass Blaze I turn my face from her ruined one. Her nose is badly broken and one of her cheek bones looks smashed., the rest of her face is cover in blood. I don’t let my gaze venture over Kami. By the time I make it to Namine and Mag, Cloe and Amber have joined up with them. We all huddle together and look out on the fight raging across the yard.

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“I know, and I hope that doesn’t spell bad things for

“Go to bed, already.” I sink back down, closing my eyes.

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“I’ll be sure not to.”

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We wait together as the sun sets and our cell becomes darker. Finally the sound of jingling keys reverberates up the staircase. Moira turns onto her back, pulling her panties down and slipping her hand between her thighs. As the jingling gets closer, Moira’s excitement grows.  Just as Moira begins to moan, the sound of footsteps stops outside of our door, a brunette guard pops his head in and smiles before stepping the rest of the way in. Moira pulls her hand away from herself and cleans her fingers seductively. The guard smiles and struts over to Moira, dropping his pants before hopping onto the bed. He quickly pushes his semi-rigid member into her pussy. They grind against each other, humping and pumping faster and faster until Moira comes, causing the guard to lose it as well. He kisses her as he pulls out.  “Three days.” He says sweetly. “Come to the weight room tomorrow, I’m stationed there all week.” He dismounts the bed and redresses. She pulls her underwear up and turns to smile at me. She mumbles to herself dreamily before she passes out. I smile and shake my head, turning over and closing my eyes. 

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