Cell Block 69

[Troglodyte]

Inside
All eyes were on the new girl.
But only their eyes.
No one would touch her without my permission.
They knew better.
I always got first crack at the fresh meat.
Rank has its privileges.


Still, it didn't stop them from calling out all the things they were going to do to her when they got the chance, all in the crudest possible turns.
She was shaking and in tears. Instinctively, she moved a little closer to me for protection.

Silly girl.


I let them have their fun.
In return, they would let me watch what they did to the little bitch.

I'd had each and every one of them in my time.
It was a loving cycle.

Eventually, we reached the door.
The guard on duty smirked as we walked past.
He knew he'd get his turn too.
In time.

All the guards did.
And no one complained.

Finally, we reached the room at the end of the corridor.
The one with my name on the door.

WARDEN DAVID IVES

This was my office.
And it was soundproofed.

I took the new girl's arm and pulled her inside......


OOC:
Warden David Ives.
Early 40's.
5'9"
160 pounds.
Thinning black hair.
Dark eyes.
Glasses.


This is an open thread.
I'm looking for one special girl to play the new prisoner.
I can also use guards of both genders and a cellblock full of horny prisoners.

Paging Linda Blair.....

 

[little_golden]

Linda

Linda was 19 years old, white and from a rich northern family. She had finished high school with honors but had never gone to college since she was too busy hanging out and having fun with her buddies. She's pretty, with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes and a thin body (34C-22-33). In high school she was very athletic and into track, cheerleading and vocals. Until she fell in with the wrong crowd local folks had high expectations. She was a rich city girl who thought she knew everything until the day, a judge decided she should spend some time in the pen.

After graduating she had fought daily with her parents about not going to college. With great grades and rich parents she could have gone to an Ivy League college to meet Mr. Rich. But she wouldn't go along with mom and dad's dad's plans. She had even refused to get a job and instead hung out with a bunch of new friends who like to drink and smoke up. At some of the parties she had been so high she didn't remember who she had fucked and hadn't cared. Her whole personality and attitude changes.

She had met up with Paul Smith. A smart streetwise boy that introduced her to parties, booze and lots of drugs. Through him and his ready supply of cash, she had met lots of people and had tons of fun. She had learnt to skirt the law and to have fun. Life was sweet and fun. Paul had been her Mr. Right with his sweet talk and hard loving.

One day, Paul had explained his cash came from dealing drugs and that he needed her to drop a shipment for him upstate. Linda had been relunctant at first, but the promise of an envelop full of cash and a party that night had convinced her to participate. She delievered the dope no problem and brought him back the cash payment. Thereafter, she had helped him with a number of shipments and deliveries.

A few months later, Linda and Paul's world came crashing down when a combined police force invaded their motel room and busted them with several bags of dope. Their stuff, their wheels. Paul's gun and the cash on them was confiscated. They were charged with possession and trafficking.

Linda was terrified by the trial. Her lawyer had promised her that she would only get probation as a first timer, yet, the southern gentleman who had acted as the judge had told her that he had no mercy for drug dealers in his state. He talked a lot about "zero tolerance" and "sending out a message" and "deterring others". The old man had scolded her for her lifestyle and for polluting "such a perty body". She felt he was arrogant and hated him for being so demeaning to her.

It had been a bad omen. But things went from bad to worse when her boyfriend, Paul Smith, actually testified that it was Linda's idea to bring the drugs into the state. Linda had lost control when she realized he had cut himself some sort of deal at her expense.

"He's a liar!" Linda had yelled out in court which had only served to aggravate the old judge. It had taken her lawyer and a baliff to withstrain and she had wanted to smack him.

"He's made some phony deal!" she had yelled out until she had calmed down. She had a bad temper and had been spoiled as a child.

The rest of the trial had been a farce. The judge didn't even seem to listen as she had explained her own innocence. She had admitted she knew about the drugs but that they weren't hers. He didn't seem to care. The bastard seemed more interested in looking down her top and checking out her rear end!

That was three days ago. Since then she had been transferred to a county jail and then just this morning moved into this penal institution. The place was scary and cold. The inmates seemed to be animals as they stared at her and kept chanting about how they were going to fuck her and make her eat pussies.

When they were unloaded and marched into the first holding area some big butch looking guard had read out a whole bunch of prison rules and punishments for breaking the rules. She warned them to stay out of trouble and to cooperate with the system. The butch guard had explained there was a work program and if you volunteered for it you could get your sentence reduced.

After the twenty minutes rules session, she was guided another line where they were processed. A female guard printed her, photographed her, and took her measurements. She was handed a bland pink uniform (pants and T-shirt) and told to strip, change and then hand in her street clothes. After meekly following alongm she was made to sign off that all her valuables, money, and clothes were safely secured.

After that line they walked through rows and rows of cells. It had been terrifying how the women had banged on their cell doors and screamed obscenities at the new girls.

Before being assigned a cell, she knew each of them had to meet the warden. She was nervous and afraid as she was led toward the warden's office. This was the man who ran the place. He could make or break her...

I got to hold my temper... Be polite... Tell him I'm reformed... Cooperate with their earlier release work program she thought to herself.