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.
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