Story: Locked Up (chapter 15)

Authors: Blood_Covered_Pheonix

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Chapter 15

Title: Chapter XV: Getting Closer

[Author's notes: I have all but given up on getting my other computer fixed and because of this fact, I will start to update on this one.]

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.

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