Cell Block C

Rhea shrank even further, if it was possible, into the corner when Donovan came to their cell. She was just grateful he hadn't tried to speak to her, and kept her head down, trying to keep her face as much out of view of him as possible. It wasn't that she was worried he would find her attractive(as in her mind no one found her attractive) but that she was worried she would bring attention to herself if he found her looking at him.
 
Donovan looked back and forth at the two girls and said: "My day has been nice and quiet. I'm sure it won't stay that way." he looked Candy up and down, remembering for a moment what it was like to have her body bent over a bunk, fucking her hard in the ass with his fat hard cock, those big tits bouncing hard as he rammed her.

"Anything I can do for you ladies before lights out tonight?"
 
Candy

"No, nothing I need Seargent Donovan, thank you for asking." She smiled and climbed back up onto her bunk, for it was getting close to lights out time, and she looked down at Rhea and nodded. "Almost time for lights out Rhea, you might want to get comfortable.
 
Rhea nodded at Candys words, moving to take her shoes off without even looking to see if Donovan was gone yet or not. She'd rather be prompt and on time about things than get in trouble because she wasn't in bed when she was supposed to be.

Slipping her shoes off, she slid them under her bunk before climbing under the covers and pulling them up to her chin.
 
Franklin got the report, and sat down in the guardroom to read it. As he read through, he raised an eyebrow. This report couldn't possibly be right. It said she was in for drug possession and money laundering, among other things. He was wondering why she was in prison at all, and the report didn't make any sense to him. He figured he'd have to verify it, but he'd probably better talk to the girl first. And probably better he got to her before one of the guards tried to rape her. He did what he could to prevent that, but there were still guards who hadn't been removed for such actions yet. It didn't help much that many of the girls considered the male guards to be the only cock they'd get while in there. He made a mental note to check on them in the morning, to make sure nothing had happened to them. He also had given a young guard instructions to trip the alarm if something happened to certain inmates, and Candy was one of them.
 
Donovan

Seargent Donovan moved on down the row of cells, stopping... banging his stick along the bars. He got to the end and called for "Lights Out!"

And the lights went out.

In the darkness, an inky, black, impossibly dark darkness, Seargent Donovan once again does his walk. He knows intuitively where each cell is, he's been working this prison for twenty years. he silently drops off little baggies in several of the cells. Drugs. Marijuana, coke, lsd, opium, whatever they needed, Donovan knew where to go to get it. And he got it for them. And he made them pay. And if a bitch couldn't pay, he took it out of her pussy.
 
Candy

Candy slept with one eye open, to make sure everything was going to be ok for Rhea on her first night. She knew what Donovan was like, and didn't want him to try anything that night.
 
Rhea didn't sleep at all, though without real light you never would have known. She was quiet as snow falling on a winter landscape, and so were the tears as she lay there. They slid down her cheeks as she kept her eyes shut, wondering why it was that she had ended up with such an ill fate. Parents that didn't even know she existed, a boyfriend who played on that he loved her all the while using her for his own purposes and finally managing to pin his crimes on her, and now prison for those crimes. A soft sigh left her lips as she thought back on it all, soon turning onto her side, facing into the cell, where if there had been light one would have seen her serene face glistening with silent tears.
 
Donovan

near the end, as he was making the final deliveries to the ladies who had paid, one woman whispered for him when she heard him near her... "mister candyman...?"

he knelt down and she whispered something in his ear.

he whispered back to her: "deal"

and the cell door opened, and then a moment later shut. a thud on the floor. a zipper being pulled down. human flesh slapping together, again and again and again... grunting and moaning...

and then the cell door is opened and shut again, and Donovan, the Candyman, drops a small bag of cocaine into the cell, which the woman snatches up
 
The sound of Donovan and the woman only a few cells away made Rhea put her hands over her ears, the tears falling faster now as behind her eye lides scenes of all the times James had forced himself on her. How could that woman be moaning? How could she enjoy what he was doing her? Rhea had known only pain and fear every time James had come to her with the intention of bedding her.

It was with these thoughts flooding her mind that Rhea fell into a light sleep, nightmares wracking her. Small whimpers left her full rosebud lips as she lay there, reliving what had already happened to her so many times.

Whimpers turned into cries and cries were accompanied by jerks of her body before her arms wrapped themselves around her head and she curled tightly into a ball, body wracked with sobs and still she slept, unable to wake herself up out of the all too real nightmare.
 
Candy

Candy could hear her cries and feel her jerking around. Candy felt sorry for her, and wished she knew what was wrong. She climbed down from her bunk, and crawled into the bunk with her, and held onto her like a mother would hold onto a frightened child. "Shh Rhea, everything will be ok, try to get some sleep. Your demons won't be able to get you here." She rocked her back and forth, trying to comfort her, hugging her close to her body.
 
Franklin got up early, having dozed off while reading the report. He was scheduled to make morning rounds, but that was in about four hours. He sighed, and went to take a shower, and hopefully clear his head. He always worried about the inmates, but this Rhea seemed to require more worry from him. He couldn't for the life of him figure out why she had been convicted at all.
 
She turned in her sleep, finding comfort in the gentle warmth of the soft body beside her. Turning to face Candy, she continued to sleep even as her small head found its way to nuzzle into the other woman's cleavage, like it were a pillow she was cuddling into. A soft whimper left her lips, but it was more along the lines of a sigh as she lay there, the nightmares calming and fading away for now.
 
Candy

Candy smiled and fell asleep also, not caring what people would think. She was helping a new friend get through her first night in hell. She hadn't slept this good in some time, her own nightmares seemed to stay in the shadows.
 
GM Post

The night passes without much more activity, people sleep peacefully and the morning dawns bright and early on the prison, as it always did.
 
Candy

Candy woke up with a stretch and a yawn. She looked down at Rhea and smiled. She got up to use the toilet and get ready for the day. "Good morning Rhea, I hope you slept well."
 
Rhea woke slowly, a small whimper leaving her lips before her eyes opened and she found Candy climing out of her bed. What had happened that had caused the other woman to crawl into her bunk? Bringing a hand to her sleep-sore eyes, she yawned, rubbing them and crawling out of the bed herself. "Very well, thank you..." she answered quietly
 
Franklin walked up to their cell, and tapped on the bars. He had hoped to talk to them both before the others came to visit. He smiled disarmingly, and then started chatting with them about the weather.
 
Rhea jumped at the sound of the tapping on the bars, turning quickly. At the sight of the guard, she found herself shrinking back some, but still trying to reach her bunk well enough to straight it's covers, her eyes watching him in a warry manner.
 
Candy

Candy looked up from using the toilet and smiled at Franky. "Hey Franky, have a good night? Don't worry Rhea, Franky's our friend in here, remember, he gave you those chocolates last night." She smiled at the younger woman and went back to her morning routine.
 
Franklin smiled again, then turned to Rhea. "Your file says you're in here for drug possession and money laundering. You don't seem the type to me, so let me guess. You married a guy and then got arrested when he was out."
 
Rheas eyes went wide and she blushed deeply, turning her head away. "I... dont want to talk about it..." she said softly, busily smoothing her blankets so that not a single wrinkle was in them as she pulled them tight over the bunk.
 
Seargent Donovan

Donovan was horny when he woke up that morning, and he was horny when he got to the prison that day. He managed to keep it down, for the most part. He had been thinking about Candy and that new girl all night. He wondered if the Warden had seen the file on the new girl. Donovan had read the file. Poor girl was set-up. Her court-appointed defense council was worthless. The DA was young and full of shit and relished throwing people in jail. Ah, the American Justice System, hard at work with your tax dollars. Well, he wasn't the judge, or the jury. He was just the executioner.

His mind wandered back to the matter at hand: which bitch to fuck this morning? Candy? Rheas? that snooty officer Franklin? maybe he'd go meet with the Warden first.
 
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