Story: Locked Up (chapter 17)

Authors: Blood_Covered_Pheonix

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Chapter 17

Title: Chapter XVII: Killing in the name of

[Author's notes: Finally updating again! Hope you guys didn't give up hope on me.]

I groan softly as I stir against a warm body, an arm wraps around me and pulls me even closer. “Mag.” I mumble. She snorts and opens her eyes to gaze at me bleakly. 

 

“What is it?” She asks with sudden urgency. 

 

“My arm hurts again.” I whine, lifting my arm to show her my immobilized elbow. 

 

“I wish you’d stop harping about that. Namine crushed her knuckles and she’s not complaining, now is she?” Mag grunts at me and turns over. I frown and cuddle against her from behind. 

 

“I’m sorry. It really does hurt; I wanted you to rub my shoulder.” I apologize. “I wasn’t harping, I was asking. Besides, it‘d be impossible for Namine to complain to you. You haven’t seen her since you got out of the infirmary a week after our coupe.” Mag grunts and turns back around. She sits up and leans back against the wall. She pulls me into her lap and gently feels across my shoulder blade for a knot. She quickly finds the spot that is knotted up and works the muscle gently until the releases. I snuggle back against her as she maneuvers my thin frame so we can lie down together again. As she pulls me tight against her, she begins to whisper. 

 

“Well I talked to her in the infirmary and during meals before they stopped letting us go to the cafeteria. In that time she did not complain to me at all. Speaking of Namine, I hope that Blaze hasn’t come back yet. She’ll probably beat the shit out of her first chance she gets. On lockdown, that won’t be too hard.” 

 

“Well it must have been like two months since we’ve started lockdown. Our last shower was about four days ago and I didn’t see her, though its kinda hard to see when there are close to five hundred women crowded into that tiny room.” 

 

“Really, two months? It’s been that long? Your elbow must really be fucked up pretty bad.” She whistles. “I only broke a few fingers and my nose. The way the guards are treating it is like we fucking murdered someone. They’re really hassling us, but maybe it’s just for the easy pussy they get out of it. No need to duck into a dark corner. We can’t leave the cell and it takes the guys less than ten minutes to finish up, turning out the cell takes that long so they’ve got an explanation.” I nod. “Then the twisted ones always stick a nightstick up my ass.” 

 

“It sucks that they took all our stuff and stopped mail. How long will it be like this? I’m really tired of some bitch shoving her baton up my ass during a ‘search’.” I complain. 

 

“Couple months more,” Mag answers. “Probably be getting checked every day for another month, then the mail after the checks become weekly. We’ll most likely get out, if I counted this up right, around April.” 

 

“So, what month are we in now, do you figure. I’ve been counting days and guessing. Right around January, I think.” She answers. My mind explodes with thoughts. I missed Christmas. Not even Lindsay came to visit me. That shouldn’t have surprised me though. After her sixth visit she couldn’t face me anymore. I looked too different, she told me in letter a few weeks after her last visit. She still wrote on occasion and sent books for me to read. Well she had before mail was shut down. Maybe visitation was shut down too, maybe she really had to come see me for Christmas and been turned away. I hoped that was the case. Even though my family couldn’t care less about me after I moved out, and then hadn’t once tried to contact me since I’d been in this shit hole, I found that I was more bothered by Lindsay’s abandonment than any of that stuff. “You look like you just got punched, what’s wrong?” Mag cuts into my world with a question. 

 

“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” I tell her. 

 

“A dangerous practice. Haven’t you learned not to spend a lot of time thinking?” She scolds me. 

 

“Well, it does seem to be counterproductive most of the time.” I reply. “You sure seem to spend a lot of time thinking.” I add defensively.

 

“Well, geez, I’m sure a picture to envy, aren’t I? I’ve lost the love of my life, then lost all my standing with my friends over a look alike, only to regain a few of them and then start a war with the woman who might have been my best friend at one point in my life.” Mag practically spits. 

 

“Hey,” I reply soothingly. “You need to stop this moodiness, if you keep getting angry like this, I’m gunna have to start sleeping under the bed for protection.” Her grip on me tightens. 

 

“Stop saying stupid things. I won’t get mad if you don’t say stuff that makes me mad.” She growls.” Maybe I’ll just beat and rape you, then offer you to Blaze when we get out of lockdown. That’ll end my troubles, won’t it?” 

 

“Now you’re just trying to scare me. You’d never do that, after all the progress we’ve made. You’d never go back to her.” I throw back at her. A wry smile crosses her lips. 

 

“She’d never take me back after this. Not after what we did. That doesn’t matter, though, you’re right, I’d never go back to her; she may have been my friend at one point but not now. She just a power hungry bitch now.” Mag sighs 

 

“Tell me about her, before things became like they are now.” I request. 

 

“Well, we’ve got all day, Why not?” She grants. “Let’s wait until after morning checks.” I nod and settle myself to wait. _____________________________________________________________________________________ 

 

I pull up my pants as I stand from bending over my bed, behind me a female guard pulls the glove from her hand and places it in the plastic bag she carries. I try to ignore the prison guard who stands next me, his dick buried deep into Mag’s vagina. Her fists ball into the sheets and her eyes hold a glazed over look. She’s completely zoned. I sit down on the bed next to her and lay my hand on the side of her face comfortingly. She doesn’t come back out of her zone, but she visibly relaxes under my touch. They guard pulls out of Mag’s pussy and buries himself deep in her ass as he comes. Mag regains lucidity as he pulls out and wipes himself off. “We’re not gunna check this whole block tomorrow, think of it as a little thank you for being so complaint.” He says, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction, as though he thinks we believe his lies. We both know he’ll be back tomorrow when it’s my turn. He turns and walks out of the cell, his brunette partner following him and scolding him for fucking every one of us. Mag pulls up her pants and scrambles onto the other bed. I give her spaces as she buries herself under the blankets and pillows. I know that after twelve years of this place,  it’s not the rape that bothers her, but the fact that she’s been raped almost every other day for months and is rarely given the opportunity to wash herself off and out. That was something both of us were struggling with. I give her a few minutes before I climb under the blankets and press my body against her’s. Mag envelops me in a fierce hug, nuzzling at my neck with her head resting on my shoulder. I lay my head on top of her’s and hum soothingly to attempt to calm her. My cellmate grips me tighter as I slowly begin to cradle her in my arms. After about ten minutes of cuddling Mag takes a few deep breaths and calms herself. 

 

“You wanted to know about Blaze, right?” She asks, pulling herself away from me as she kicks the blankets off of herself. My cellmate sprawls on her back and closes her eyes. 

 

“I was just starting my third year in here when Blaze was transferred. She was quiet, not sheepish, but quiet in that offsetting way that makes you feel like you’re being plotted against. She understood that she was the newcomer to the cell and that she would listen to me, that I would decide when we fucked. Standard prison code, you know. Anyway, after the first month I started to like her, I liked to talk to her before we slept to see what going through her mind. Well one night she asked me what I thought of cleaning up my act and trying to transfer to the good behavior ward with her. I told her to get to that ward you had to take a lot of dick and I wasn’t about to do that. She let got for a few months, then brought it up again. That time I asked her why she was so fixated on getting up there. She said that she had a plan to unit that ward under a system much like the normal code, but it would be based off of trust and friendship so no one was killed and the prison system wouldn’t be as dangerous for us. She worded it a lot better and it made more sense, but deal with what you got. I was inspired, though, and I told her that I would make it into the good behavior ward before the end of my fifth year. So I cleaned up my act and became a bitch for most of the guards. I ended up getting transferred four months after Blaze; we were put in different cells. That didn’t matter really because she’d already recruited half of the war to her cause and was hopeful about the rest. What was important was that my cellmate was one of her recruits. They were all fairly loyal to, so I learned that I didn’t have to fear getting beaten down and raped for looking at someone wrong. It was peaceful for a few years, maybe three. Then all but a few of the people of the people in the good behavior ward were united under Blaze. We were something like lovers at that point; I was a little bit like her second in command and consort at the same time. We were rolling strong until a few of the outliers got together and made themselves into a gang. They started beating us around so Blaze and I brought the might our alliance down on them, crushed them into compliance. Then we realized that for the good of everyone we could beat all the newcomers into compliance before that ever rose against us. It seemed like overnight we became a gang. After that it became like this game to Blaze, figuring out how abusive she could be without losing her followers. That point was were things really turned bad. We were just serving her at that point, like dogs really, keeping those we thought were below us in line. Things just kept going like that for the longest time. For five more years until I decided that I wouldn’t beat you just to please her. You know the rest.” As she finishes, Mag pats the spot on the bed next to her. I lie down and curl up against her. “That doesn’t matter now does it? Things are the way they are and we can’t change it.” 

 

“Those who don’t know their history are doomed to repeat it.” I interject with a smile.  

 

“You just say things like that to hear me ramble on.” Mag replies teasingly. 

 

“Yeah, so what?” I return, cuddling up to her. I sigh as a thought occurs to me. I look up at Mag, suddenly somber. “What are we going to do about Blaze, right now she’s probably so pissed off, she’s liable to kill one of us after she comes back.” 

 

Mag blows out a breath and directs her gaze at the ceiling. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been putting off thinking about  it. You’re right, though and it’ll probably be Namine she goes after, because of the ease of access, but we already talked about that. It’s a depressing thought, we can’t do anything about it either. Maybe Blaze will be too weak to try anything until we get out of lockdown, then we can better protect her.” 

 

“Hopefully we get out of lockdown before she comes back. Its been a long time, and she should come back soon. I’m guessing she’s mostly healed and just recuperating, most likely in the infirmary at this point. She couldn’t have stayed in a hospital this long.  Viewing that its highly unlikely. If things go as you predicted they will, Blaze will probably be back with regained strength  long before we get out of lock down.” I bite my bottom lip and gnash it between my teeth thoughtfully. “This sucks.” 

 

“Yeah, it does and we can’t do shit about it, can we?” Mag leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my forehead. “What did I say about thinking?” She asks teasingly. “Look how those thoughts have distressed you.” 

 

I tilt my head up and pressing my lips against her’s, turning  in her arms to straddle her waist. Mag’s hands move to cup my bony ass, squeezing  it gently before her hands trail up my back, dragging my tank top up. I lift my arms up and let her pull the shirt off. When the hem clears my head I look down at Mag to find her swallowing as she gazes up at me. Her hands track from my thin shoulders down to my bony chest to my small breasts, her thumbs touch the dull and unresponsive nipples before tracking down my ribs. Her fingers fit into the valleys of my skin that are left  between my ribs. I avoid her eyes so I cannot see the disgust in them. Her hand move from my ribs to my narrowing waist. “Rizzy, why do you do this to yourself? You’re wasting away before my eyes.” She closes her eyes and turns her head to the side. I reach down and start unbuttoning her shirt and then throw it open. 

 

I marvel over her body. What had once been muscled was now loose skin, looking at her arms I notice how thin they’ve become. Her breasts, her beautiful high breasts with perky rounded nipples, have shriveled and withered down to phantoms of their former beauty.  Yet until now I have managed not to notice this. “What about you?” I ask. “What happened to you?” 

 

“One meal a day isn’t enough to keep me healthy, my body digested most of my muscle mass. I’ve been trying to build it back up but I’ve been so exhausted lately.” 

 

“Well then how do you expect me to keep from starving like this? I have no muscle to digest.” 

 

“You don’t eat more than twice a week or if you do, you end up throwing it up when you think I’m sleeping. That’s not a problem of circumstance, that’s you being stupid.” She throws back at me. I shift my gaze downward, shame heating up my face. 

 

“It’s not my fault that stuff makes me sick anyway. You know that, I haven’t been able to keep anything down since they stopped letting us to the cafeteria to eat.” I retort lowly. 

 

Mag’s hands gently massage my waist and move down to my ass again, squeezing the small amount of flesh there hard. “Fuck this.” She curses. “I don’t have the energy to argue about this anymore.” I nod my head and bite back the urge to inform her that she was the one who started it. I let her pull me into a kiss before rolling onto my side and motioning for her to do the same. My formerly red headed cellmate turns and entangles her legs with mine, moving her to press her breasts against mine. I rest my head on her shoulder, nuzzling at her neck and enjoying the warmth of her skin against mine. Her hands grip my ass possessively while mine strain to hold her bottom as well. Her head rests heavily on mine. As we press closer together Mag shirts her grip to cradle me in her arms protectively. I nuzzled closer to her and manage to fall asleep. _____________________________________________________________________________________  

 

I wake up to the sound of the door unlocking, a high female voice calls in. “No search, girls. We’re letting you out of lockdown because you’ve been so well behaved lately.” I start to get up but steady hand pushes down to keep me in place. I stretch my limbs out while I wait for Mag to move her hand. I sigh as the weight lifts from my back and her arms slide under me to pick me up. She hoists me into her lap and cradles me.  

 

“What month is it? I ask. 

 

“We’re in March, more towards the end. I guess I was wrong, huh? We got out a little bit earlier than expected. We even got mail back a few weeks ago.” 

 

“Blaze is back.” I mumble. “Saw her in the shower, remember.” I mumble, snuggling against her breasts. 

 

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

 

Namine.” Mag answers, pawning through my hair. I nod. 

 

“We should probably go stretch out our legs and grab breakfast in the cafeteria.” I suggest. Mag grunts in protest. 

 

“Let’s wait for Amber to show up, and then go check on Namine.” She says with finality.  I don’t argue with her and settle myself to wait, like always. 

 

What Amber, finally does slow up, looking smaller and more frail than usual, I’ve become so comfortable that Mag has to pick me up and carry me out of the cell. While we head over to Namine’s cellblock, Amber chatters about Cloe. Apparently the starvation had weakened Cloe’s immune system until she became deathly ill, then was taken to the infirmary, again. Amber says the guards told her that the blonde was regaining her strength after having her diet return to normal and would return soon. She also says that a lot of time worrying about both Namine and Cloe. When we reach our destination we find the cell empty, no Blaze and no trace of Namine. Mag steps in and looks around. “No sign of a struggle, no blood, or anything. Beds look fresh, just flipped or replaced. My cellmate gets down on her knees to look under the bed when she flinches back. “What the fuck?” She exclaims, getting onto her belly to crawl under the bed. She drags a bloody heap out. I can barely make out a basic human shape, and the bright orange of the prison jumpsuit is barely discernable. 

 

Amber steps closer to kneel by the bloody jumpsuit. She and Mag quickly unravel the limb of the bloody body. I stand and watch, my stomach descending lower as the heap begins to look more and more like Namine. Finally they finish and I realize that the heap really is Namine, covered in blood; beaten and broken. Mag wordlessly picks her up and walks her out of the cell, with Amber following at her heels. I slowly walk into the cell, looking at the beds, scanning the floor, the walls, and ceiling for blood, for a sign of a struggle. I flip the mattress that Namine was under; it’s covered in blood, explaining why it was flipped. On a hunch I go over to the other bed and lip that mattress up as well, nothing fresh. Shaking my head I walk out of the cell to kind Kami standing in front of me, I turn to find Jaya behind me. 

 

I look around wildly for a guard of a camera, but I find none, I bite my lip as I realize that this was a trap and that Blaze had just caught me. Kami motions for me to go back into to sit next to me. Kami gets down on her belly in front of the other bed and reaches under it with both arms. She carefully pulls something from under it. As she stands I realize that the thing is a mass of human body. 

 

Blaze straightens up and pulls herself to her full height. Kami pulls something out of her shirt and hands it to Blaze. The lanky woman take the object and flips a blade out of it. Panic rises in me, freezing me in place. Blaze crosses the room slowly, allowing me to study her face. The parts of her face that had once been smashed is totally reconstructed, leaving only the stars from the reconstruction, which are small, neat lines that have mostly healed. If you hadn’t known her before, you’d not have noticed them too much. When Blaze gets to the bed she places the blunt edge along my neck, letting me feel the icy coldness of the blade against my skin. She tilts her head from side to side, studying her reflection on the knife at different angles. “You know what, Rizz?’ She asks suddenly. “You know for the longest time I couldn’t understand what was so special about you. I couldn’t fathom why Mag would choose you over me. Then I realized that I’m not fucking you. I think I’m going to satisfy that curiosity before I decide what I’ll do with you. She flicks the blade closed and fixes me with her icy, penetrating gray eyes. I swallow and reach up to unbutton my shirt. She smacks my hand away and pushes me on to my back. Her lips settle with surprising gentleness on top of mine. 

 

She coaxes me into kissing back, her lips moving to open my mouth to her prying tongue. Her hand slips up my back to entangle in my hair and pull it back enough to make me tilt my head so she can trace her kisses down my neck, sucking on my pulse point as she slowly flips open the knife. I gasp as the point touches my chest. She flicks her wrist and one of the buttons on my shirt flies off. Her lips capture mine again, pulling all but a thread of my attention to her, leaving just enough for me to notice the loosening of my shirt until she pulls it from my shoulders. Blaze pulls back from my lips and looks down at my emaciated body. Her eyes, alight with hunger, hold no judgment; no opinion is expressed within them. She grips my ribcage, her fingers fit neatly between my bones. The lanky woman straddles me, taking her hands to mine and guiding them above my head. She holds her one hand on my wrists while the other hand strays down into my pants. Her trailing fingers make my skin tingle. Her lips kiss down my chest sensuously, making my nipples stand against the fabric of my tank top, Blaze senses this obstruction and begins to trail her hand back up, dragging the hem of my shirt with it, until the tank top rests safely above my elbows. She strokes her hand back down my body, brushing over one of my nipples teasingly. I swallow as her hand breaches the waistband of my pants. I stretch out, letting her hand graze against the fatty mound of my sex. Her lips close around my nipple, her tongue playing across the mottled surface tentatively. Her nimble fingers play gently with my folds, teasing blood into them and engaging my arousal. Her free hand entwines with one of mine, squeezing it supportively. My gasps turn into low moans, her fingers speeding and slowing at her own rhythm, using the reactions of my body as her guide. Soon my stomach begins to tighten and I arch slightly, bringing myself closer to her fingers. Her thumb and forefinger close around my engorged clit. She bites gently on my nipple while pinching my clit a little bit harder, using her body weight to keep me down so I don’t arch away from her. The ball winding in my stomach pulls taunt, pulling my breath away. Blaze pulls her lips from my nipple and moves to kiss my lips. As I part my lips to accept her’s, I feel her finger slide into me agitation my bruised but slick flesh. I moan in spite of myself, letting the tension in my stomach release just a little bit. Her tongue asserts itself into my mouth, conquering all corners of it, while her fingers find my sensitive spots that haven’t been maimed by my frequent rapes. Blaze starts trailing her fingers along my walls, pressing on those especially sensitive spots and feathering over those that were painful. Her intelligent fingers tease me expertly, tugging on the muscles that will release the tension within me, only to wind them tighter. The lanky woman finally grows bored of my whimpers and pitiful cries. She gets little more serious, her thumb flicking mercilessly over my clit as she carefully traces her fingers around me. As I feel the tension within me begin to tremble she starts talking. “I think I understand Mag a little better now. You’re quite a cutie when you’ve got a few fingers inside that pussy of your\'s. Still not much competition for me though.” She sighs and twists her wrist a little, flicking her finger against my most sensitive spot. Rather than the loosening all at once, it slowly weakens, giving me a small, unsatisfying orgasm. 

 

Blaze pulls her fingers from me and laughs at my disappointment. “Did you think that was for you to enjoy?” She mocks me. “That was for me, to investigate something.” She picks her knife up from the bed and flips it closed. She reaches into her pants and sticks it somewhere. “Let’s go to your cell now.” She orders, picking up my tank top and shrugging into it. 

 

Jaya leaves her post against the door and heads down to my cell. I file out after, following with my head down. Blaze sets in behind me. Looking around, I discover that the guard still hasn’t returned from the infirmary. I bite my lip nervously, trying to keep from faltering in my step. Jaya disappears into the cell before I walk in. As I round the threshold of the cell door, I notice that Jaya is nowhere in the room. Blaze doesn’t give me time to look around much before she enter as well roughly latching onto my shoulder and spinning me toward the closest bed. I land painfully on my butt, only to be jerked back further on the bed by my shoulders. 

 

Blaze wraps her arms around me, holding my body tight against the mass of her bones. I hear a rusty spring release and out of the corner of my eye I see a flash of reflected light. I feel the coolness of the blade against my stomach. I inhale sharply, I feel the point penetrate my skin, and burning pain spreading from the wound across my abdomen as the blade digs in deeper, sliding up to the hilt. I feel it begin to slide upward, warm blood spilling from me rapidly. “Tell Mag that this is her final warning. I’m willing to allow her to redeem herself, if she is willing.” She hisses before shoving me onto the cold stone floor. I’m kicked over and the knife removed from me. I hear the sound of measured footsteps leaving the cell as I gasp and try to hold my stomach together and stop myself from bleeding out. I cry out weakly, panicked and unable to summon my voice enough for a good shout. Slowly I notice that I begin to feel cold, loosing feeling in my fingers and toes, soon the numbness begins to creep into my whole body. My head and eyes feel so heavy; all I want is to sleep. My eyelids won’t move closed, however and my eyes begin to dry, stinging endlessly until I am so tired that my eyes stop seeing and I fade away.

 

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