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.